BRENT’S POV

I yawned and stretched my neck, feeling the stiffness that came from sitting at a table all day long, when there was a knock on my door and the next interviewee walked in. I sat straighter, both feeling and seeing the difference from the others I’d interviewed.

He walked towards me and stared at me until I gathered my wits about me. “You may have your seat.” I said, gesturing to the chair that was in front of me that everyone had automatically sat on even before I’d said ...