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The interview was a joke, a delightful, bubbling joke. Maya bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited, humming a made-up tune that sounded suspiciously like a polka. Her best friend, Liam, was inside, sweating buckets according to the nervous text he'd sent. She imagined him, suit slightly askew, running his fingers through his hair. A wicked grin spread across her face. This was going to be fun.

The lobby’s air conditioning blasted a refreshing breeze, and she reveled in the contrast to the humid day. The polished marble floor practically begged to be slid across. She resisted, picturing herself gracefully gliding into the receptionist’s desk. It was a tempting visual, however.

When Liam finally emerged, his face was a mask of sheer relief. Maya feigned a look of intense concern. “You okay, buddy? They grill you good?” Liam grumbled something unintelligible. She stifled a giggle, instead opting to poke him lightly in the ribs.