The Perfect Candidate

"The one in the navy dress?" Dominic asked, raising his eyebrows as his gaze landed on the quiet figure sitting in the corner of the chaotic room.

Eleanor nodded eagerly. She gripped her designer handbag and took a determined step forward, fully intending to march directly into the crowded waiting area to greet the woman.

Dominic quickly caught Eleanor's arm. He held her back, gently but firmly