As she watched people rush by, the pressures of the corporate world were evident here. There was no room for error; it was imperative that she get this right. She brushed her hand along her skirt smoothing it out, tucked her hair behind her ears, popped a breath mint, squared her shoulders to avoid slouching and walked to the front desk.“Can I help you?” The chipper lady behind the desk flashed a friendly smile, but it did little to settle her nerves. “Hi, I’m Callie Stone,” she said. Feeling like she had a wad of cotton shoved in her mouth, she cleared her throat before speaking again. “I have an interview with Frederick Carlson in accounting for the financial analyst position.” The attractive lady paged someone on the phone and smiled at
