“Please, come in,” she urges. It’s her authoritative tone that shakes me from my stupor. I don’t understand why, but I take the steps forward into the stranger’s apartment. Think, Camille. What are you doing? Why are you here? “My name is Phoenix Scott,” the woman says with an American accent. “I’m Mr. St. Claire’s business partner. I’ll be conducting the interviews for the position. What is your name?”
