We were two girls and three guys. Everyone finished their interview and finally it was my chance. I went inside and saw a good looking guy. May be he ...as 30. Looked like a married guy. He was looking hot and sexy too. I sat there with my legs crossed to show my thighs. He stared at my thigh and at my boobs as my nipples were sharp. He asked me formal questions first.Manager: Why didn’t you do your higher studies?Me: Sir, my family could not afford.Manager: Call me Sanjay.Me: Okay.Sanjay: Why. As I pulled in front of a very impressive town house, she removed a clicker from her purse, pointed it at the house, and a garage door perfectly blended into the facade, slid open."If you would like to join me for a cocktail you can park inside", she smiled.I couldn't believe what I was hearing as I maneuvered the car into a space in the garage beneath the house. She led me to a door that turned out to be the elevator, and we exited into a dimly lit foyer on the floor above. She casually threw. She was acting very upset and I needed to do something. The test would be if she allowed me to touch her. I walked over to her and put my hands on her shoulders and she didn't flinch. Relieved, I came up behind her and gave her a partial hug, running my hands down to her waist.“Don't start making love to me.” She said in a whisper.“I'm not.” “I'm sorry I did that to you.” She said a little louder.“We didn't do anything.”“I don't mean to tease.” She turned to look at me, her voice. But here she was in a new apartment in the nice part of town, and with enough inheritance left to not be financially worried for quite some time.Sofie still hadn´t processed everything that had happened. While she had gotten alot of help with the formalities from her moms former coworkers, all of which were lawyers, she still had a hard time getting herself to sort through the more personal stuff left behind. Most of her parents stuff had fortunately been work related, while her sister mostly.