Chapter 46
The Interview
The day of the interview arrived draped not in the fluttering anxiety I had expected, but in a strange grounded calm.
The burgundy crepe dress felt like a second skin, it was simple, elegant, steadying. My fingers brushed over the small eagle badge discreetly pinned inside the lining. A silent support from Dafa.
The waiting room hummed with muted tension. Dozens of candidates rehearsed answers under their breath, flipping through binders as if salvation were printed on those pages. Their clothes were crisp, modern, flawless.
But I… felt like myself.
"Alayna Sandra?"
I stood and followed the attendant into a sunlit room where a long table awaited. Three interviewers.
At the center, a stern faced woman with an iron grey bun. She was the Chief Proctor. To her right, a middle aged man who already looked unimpressed. I didn't know who he was, maybe one of the government staff. And to her left...
Armand.
