BELLA

“How have you been coming along with your task?” The director asked, cutting right to the chase without beating around the bush. He laced his fingers, his gaze on my face.

I gobbled, squeezing my fingers. Feeling his stare on me scared me shitless. “… Good.”

“Good?” He raised an eyebrow. “What have you gotten on them so far? When are you having an interview with them?” His tone was normal, but my poor heart thought he was yelling at me.

I gulped. This was like sitting on ...