She stands in front of the  desk and  swipes the ident card. Then straightening her shoulders, “I have an employment interview?” she pulls  the letter from her purse. “Mister Simerson?” she  stands there uncertain and terribly afraid she’ll be caught in her one and only lie.. Maybe they have and that is why this one is so abrupt. She shakes her head, her dark hair swinging from side to side before she realizes it and so takes a breath, “I’m nervous” she volunteers.<br/><br/>Mentally calming  herself down. Making her self breathe.  ‘I hope they have not filled the post? I’d just die if I don’t get it. I think I have already quit my job.” She scrunches her eyes closed as if that will stop her from blabbering.<br/>