Page 43 of Without Apology

He slid off the stool, walking toward me. “I told them I was biased about one of the candidates.”

“You did?” My heart leapt into my throat. If he didn’t have to interview me any longer, did it mean we could be together?

“Yes. Although I couldn’t say the name, I told them I had an extreme dislike towards one of the candidates. Meaning Jeff.”

“So they’re coming here on Thursday and Friday instead?”

“No. The interviews will be held in New York. I figure if you fly out Thursday afternoon, you can have the interview on Friday.

As his words sank in, I began to feel ill. “I’d have to fly to New York?”

“Yes, it’s where the board is located.”

Of course. It only made sense. What I was about to say made me have to fight tears. “Then I respectfully withdraw my application for CFO.”

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