Epilogue – (10 Years Later)
The woman, sitting in the plush leather chair, patiently waited. Her long blond hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail. Pale shimmery eye shadow and the slightest hint of pink lip gloss was a smart choice. She looked posh and confident, waiting for the man on the other side of the wide wooden desk to finish reviewing her qualifications.
“Well, Mrs. Mitchell,” The man said looking up from the papers.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but it’s Ms. Mitchell,” Shelby politely correct