John Smith's pov

“Well look at who we have here,” I scoffed, “Are you here to beg for forgiveness?”

“What no! I'm here for the interviews.” She said, clenching on her bag nervously, yet I could see hints of confidence oozing out.

Something about her made me pause. She had the guts to attend the interview, especially after what she did to my sister.

She wore plain clothing. She wore nothing glamorous, nothing like the rest of the ladies. But when her emerald eyes were ...