That evening, we did one last run-through. It was shorter, more relaxed, just a final check to make sure everything was in place. Emma asked me a few questions, and I answered them with a confidence that surprised even me. The nerves were still there, bubbling beneath the surface, but they were manageable now. They were fuel, not fear.
"You've got this," Emma said, closing her notebook. "You're going to walk in there tomorrow, and you're going to show them exactly who you are. And they're going to offer you the job."
"You sound very certain," I said, a small smile playing on my lips.
"I am certain," she said. "I've seen you work. I've seen what you can do. They'd be idiots not to hire you. And Gary Issott doesn't strike me as an idiot."
