“I accepted a position with his company, but somehow I feel like that’s going to bite me in the butt later.”
“You accepted a position with his company? After everything that happened on Monday? Are you crazy?”
“I know, Ella. It’s absurd, but he offered to pay me a lot of money and—”
“Your sanity is more important than money, Quin.”
“I don’t mind being insane if it comes with a hefty check. And, anyway, what’s done is done, so I guess we’ll see how it turns out. I start tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow! You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“No, I’m not.” I watch Mr. DePaul’s Maybach drive off. “The offer was just too good to pass up.”
Ella releases a worried sigh. “Then we’re just going to hope for the best. I’ll be there to support you either way it goes.”
My fidgety hands can hardly maintain enough stability to start my car, and I can’t stop my leg from bouncing. I close my eyes and take a calming breath because, honestly, I don’t know how this job is going to go. I drift to the worst-case scenario of me starting and then having to quit because of him and being right back to square one. Or, it could be that it goes well. The thought of showing up there tomorrow has my stomach roiling. I suppose if I stop speculating and just wait until I get there, I’ll discover that everything will be fine, so I try to forget about everything that happened on Monday and hope for the best. It’s the only way I can stop my hands from shaking so I can start this car and go home.