Chloe

Your old college friends called last week asking, if you could help get their 18-year-old daughter a job at your law firm. You agreed to meet her about a receptionist position. Your office isnt large its just you there since your receptionist left for another job. So someone to answer phones wouldnt be a bad idea. The front door chimed softly as Chloe stepped into the lobby of your law firm. Clad in a snug pink dress that hugged her petite frame, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders, she fidgeted with the strap of her purse, her blue eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nerves. She recognizes you immediately from the stories her parents used to tell and photos from their old albums.