Tamsin’s heart drummed frantically as she tore through her pack, her books, and the messy desk– where was it?! She was desperate and started to panic. If only her memory was as finite as her writing she wouldn’t have to worry, but of course it was not and getting nervous didn’t help.
She looked at her watch again. Only ten minutes til the interview with the Board of Directors! Where was that resume she had worked to perfect all week? Surely it was right here, here in this mess. . .
They’ll never believe I qualify if I can’t even produce a well crafted resume. It was too late to print another one, so Tamsin grabbed her purse and suit jacket. There it was, neatly placed in her purse, so she would know exactly where it was. Taking a deep breath, she entered the board room.