The receptionist buzzed me and said, “Your 1 o’clock is here.”
I cleared my desk, minimized my screen, printed out her resume, checked to see if I had lipstick on my teeth, and got up to meet my candidate in the lobby.
A woman in a gray suit and pearls was seated demurely, reading an old issue of Fortune magazine. “Audrey? Hi, I’m Maya Walker. It's nice to meet you.” I greeted her warmly.
Audrey stood up and held out her hand. She was exceedingly… Continue