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[center][color=DCDC95]Location:[/color] New York City, Verity's Office
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Verity quickly forgot Jeremy or Johan or whoever it was as soon as he got out of the office. He was not getting the job and Trudy would be the one to tell him so. Trudy excelled in that role, being direct and firm but kind to not discourage the person further at another office.

As Trudy came and told her about her interview, Verity considered options. [color=DCDC96]"Call for an Uber if you would please, I need you here holding down the fort. Make sure everyone is on task now that we sent those sick and concerned people home. Order it now and I'll head down if you could. And as always Trudy, I would be lost without you."[/color]

Trudy was one of few people that Verity confided in and knew more about her than anyone else. Not even Verity's ex-husband knew half the stuff Trudy knew.

Once satisfied, Verity got up and checked herself in the mirror. She wanted to look good for the interview. She made her way down in the elevator and out to her Uber.