Jaden’s POV

“Just stay calm. You’re going to get the job. Act confident. Like you belong here.”

My whispered mantra did nothing to still the nerves fluttering in my gut like trapped moths. I sat on the edge of the faux-leather waiting room chair, resume clutched in sweaty palms, the low heel of my white zipper ankle boot tapping out a nervous rhythm against the cheap beige carpet.

I could feel their eyes—sharp, judgmental, territorial. The other candidates, all women, sat ...