Chapter 12

• It was easy to find the meeting room the receptionist had described to me. It was easier too because it was an empty room that had the number one at the center close to the top of the door in gold.
• Though I guessed finding the room was never really a huge issue in the first place. The only thing that had been gnawing at me was the incessant voice at the back of my mind that kept reminding me of how I wasn’t deserving of this sort of opportunity. And I truly would’ve loved to keep it company and all by arguing until the residues of the emotions it brought washed away with the anger that would have made me almost tear through the skin of my left hand. But I was too busy thinking about what Matthias had said on Tuesday and what Mr. Wolfe might ask me during this ‘courtesy’ interview.
• My spiralling thoughts were disrupted when the clicked, not loudly though, just with enough finality that it felt like it was the beginning of an offer for my soul. It made my spine straighten in anticipation and quiet anxiety as I put my hands under my lap to prevent myself from succumbing to the urge to destroy my skin.