Inspired by (and derived from) Brienne’s Attunements.
She’d been selected.
Sarah dropped at the note the Chairman of the Board had handed her. It fluttered to the floor of the stall as she gaped, before coming to rest face-up on the floor in front of her.
The words Artistic Director blurred before her eyes.
Shaking, she tore a square of toilet paper from the roll and dabbed at her eyes. She didn’t have time for this, nor to re-do her makeup. …