“I don’t know,” I said, though my eyes stayed on Mrs. Harlow.
The man in front of her spoke again, louder.
“We need to discuss your application.”
Application?
Mrs. Harlow blinked quickly. “I… I’m sorry. I think there’s been a mistake. We had dinner scheduled—”
“There’s no mistake,” the man interrupted.
The street began to fill with neighbors.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folder.
“We’re here representing the Board of Directors of the ‘Foundation for Global Kindness’.”
I had heard of them—a large organization with national reach and major charitable programs.
Mrs. Harlow straightened slightly, trying to recover. “Yes, of course. I’ve been in the final interview stages for the CEO position. I wasn’t expecting—”
