The lobby was quiet, polished, controlled, the kind of silence money builds to keep everything predictable, and I was already thinking about schedules when I heard her voice.
Small. Clear. Certain.
“I am here for my mommy’s job interview.”
At first, I didn’t even look.
People say strange things in big buildings all the time, and most of them don’t matter, so I kept walking until the tone of her voice made me stop.
Not childish.
Not confused.
Just… sure.