I looked at Will. “We need to discuss anything else?”
He shook his head. “Not that I can think of. I’ll get the Endicott buy order placed as soon as it hits forty a share.”
“Good.” I turned my attention to Andrea. “Please show Ms. Vaughn in.”
Will left, tossing me a smirk over his shoulder as he passed Evie.
When the door shut, she took a few steps forward, then hesitated. “Thank you for seeing me.”
I nodded and gestured to the guest chairs on the other side of my desk. “Have a seat.”
“Your assistant mentioned you don’t usually take appointments while the market is open.”
“I don’t.” Leaning back, I tented my fingers. “What can I do for you, Ms. Vaughn?”
“It’s Evie, please. And…well, I was hoping you could clear something up for me.”
“What would that be?”
“Why am I here? For a second interview, I mean. You made it pretty clear during the first one that you didn’t think I had the right experience for the position, and I didn’t exactly make a winning first impression in that fitting room. So…why am I here again?”
I folded my arms across my chest and deliberated how to answer. The politically correct and professional response would’ve been to say I’d reconsidered based on how she’d handled herself during the interview. But I’d never been accused of being politically correct or professional.
“Are you sure you want the real answer? Sometimes it’s better not to know and just accept the outcome.”
She folded her arms across her chest, mimicking my posture. “Maybe, but I’d like to know anyway.”
I liked her spunk. It was a challenge to keep myself from smiling. “You were invited back because you are the least qualified of all of the people we interviewed.”
Her face fell, and I felt a tinge of guilt, even though she’d said she wanted the truth.
“Why would you do that?”
“Because hiring an in-house stress coach wasn’t my idea. My board of directors is forcing my hand.”
“Is it a problem because it wasn’t your idea?”
“I employ a hundred-and-twenty-five people whose jobs are to give me ideas.” I shook my head. “No, I don’t have an authority issue, Ms. Vaughn.”
She pursed her lips. “Doctor—it’s Doctor Vaughn. I prefer to be called Evie, but if you insist on using formal etiquette, you might as well use my proper title. I hold a PhD in clinical psychology.”
I couldn’t hold back the smile that time. I nodded. “Fine. No, I don’t have authority issues, Doctor Vaughn.”
“So you’re against the position, in general, and you wanted to hire the worst person to prove a point?”
I nodded once. “You could say that.”
“Are you against therapy?”
“I believe some people can benefit from therapy.”
“Some people? But not your employees? Do you believe your employees don’t have any stress in the workplace?”
“This is Wall Street, Ms.—Doctor Vaughn. If it weren’t a stressful job, my average trader wouldn’t earn seven figures. I just prefer my people to be focused while they’re here in the office.”
“Did you ever consider that you might be looking at things backward? Taking an hour out of the day to speak to someone isn’t what’s interrupting a stressed-out person’s focus. They’re already not focused because of their stress level. Therapy could help center someone so they can concentrate better.”
“Noted that there’s more than one way to look at things.” I studied her for a moment. “Is there anything else you wanted to ask? Or have we reached the point in the discussion where you tell me you hope we never see each other again?”