I went to bed at 11 pm, but my mind was racing. Not just about Rebecca's interview. About the fans. About the pressure. About proving I belonged. Tomorrow was Rebecca's interview. I needed to make sure I asked the right questions, assessed her properly, and made the right decision.
This wasn't just a hire. It was a piece of the puzzle. And every piece had to fit perfectly.
Rebecca Thompson arrived at 9 am Tuesday morning. She was in her early 30s, athletic build, sharp eyes, and an energy that filled the room the moment she walked in.
"Thanks for coming in," I said, shaking her hand.
"Thanks for the opportunity. I've heard good things about what you're building here."
We sat in my office: me, Sarah, and Rebecca. I'd learned from the Sarah interview: let the candidate talk, ask good questions, listen more than you speak.
But I also had my fifteen prepared questions and my scoring rubric.
"Tell us about your approach to fitness coaching," I said.
