Ann’s father parked the car and took the phone out of her hands. “Good luck with your interview.”
Rolling her eyes, Ann stepped out of the car and walked inside. The manager was waiting at a table and waved her over.
“Good morning, Ann. You’re my first interview for the day. It’s nice to meet you.” Joyce glanced at the application. “Tell me, why would you like to work here?”
Ann’s eyes flashed toward the door and her confiscated phone. “My dad is making me get a job.”
Joyce blinked twice, and then smiled falsely. “We’ll call if we need you.”