Chapter 12

Lunch time at the JC building cafeteria.

"So, how's the interview?" Eva asked before sipping her juice.Amaya rolled her eyes. "Allen told me to come back after lunch to see the Boss and that he would also prefer someone who speaks Chinese or Japanese."

"Wow! I didn't know the big boss was that picky."

"And it didn’t say that in the advertisement," Amaya pointed out. "And you didn’t mention it when we spoke on the telephone either."

"Come on, how would I know? Mr. Johnson, the big boss—he doesn't like to put too many specifications in the advertisements for one reason, and I rather agree.” Eva gave a small sniff.Well, there wasn’t much Amaya could say to that—clearly, at first glance, it had been decided that she wasn’t the right person for the job.

Even though it had been an impossible dream, now that she had glimpsed it, Amaya wanted it.

The salary was to die for—Tommy’s needs and her small apartment rent were due.

Allen had explained during their initial interview that Mr. Johnson's