Prelude 22

The day of her first job interview and Fiona was a nervous wreck. She had excelled at her Marketing diploma, ending up top of her class, but this was different - years as a housewife had dented her confidence.

She sat in the foyer of the plush offices of Aardman Marketing Consultants in London, composing herself. The pretty, manicured receptionist was a good 10 years younger than her and looked so very composed and accomplished. Fiona felt inadequate and wanted to run away, back to her comfort zone, but she didn't - this was her moment.

"Ms Jackson? You may go in you now."

Fiona steadied her nerves, thought about her training, rehearsed her self motivation lines, straightened her skirt, and walked in to the interviewing room wearing a confident, engaging smile.