“I’m sorry, what was…” he paused, taking in her cloche hat, Marcel waves, blood red lipstick, pearls, and full-length white linen coat, wondering how far those gams went.
Extending her hand, her head tipped demurely. “Hattie.”
Interview over. The job was hers.
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