Wait, why had they been hurting for money? Did it have something to do with Michael’s dad? From the outside, they looked well off. The shop seemed to do well. They owned this house. She wanted to ask so badly, her fingers clawed at the edges of the photo album, but that was rude. She might feel like she knew these people, but it hadn’t been that long since she’d first met them.
And the last time she’d pried, she’d put Michael’s mom in tears. She never wanted to make someone cry again.
Lamely, she said, “I see.”
“Do you think I have a chance of getting an internship with those grades? Is there anything I can do to make my résumé more attractive?”
With Janie’s grades, her résumé was easy to overlook. However . . . The beginning of an idea took root in Stella’s mind, and she tilted her head, looking at Janie in a new light. “Are you interested in econometrics?”
{ CHAP+ER }
22
Stella had filled out half of the necessary forms to open up an internship position in her department—of which she was the sole employee—when her phone buzzed. She dug it out of her desk and smiled at the message from Michael.
What is my Stella doing?
She texted him back. Paperwork.
Can you take a long lunch?
She hugged her phone and spun her desk chair in a circle before replying. Yes.
Never mind the untouched lunch sitting next to her keyboard that she’d had delivered. She could put it in the fridge for tomorrow.
His response had her smile widening.
Head over to my mom’s shop when you can.
She gathered the internship papers into a neat pile and prepared to leave. It was lunchtime on Friday, and everyone had left for the various restaurants downtown. She walked through the hallways and entered the elevator, expecting to make a clean getaway.
Philip stepped between the doors as they started to close.
“Are you actually heading out for lunch today? Care if I join you?” he asked.
“I’m meeting someone.”
“The same guy?”
She nodded.
“Lucky guy.”
She stared at the floor level indicator, wishing it would go from three to one much, much quicker.
“I heard you’re planning on taking an intern.”
“That’s right.”
“My cousin is a good fit.”
Her eyes jumped from the numbers to Philip’s face. “I already have someone in mind.”
He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “All right.”
“Wait . . .” She sighed. “Send me your cousin’s résumé.” As much as she wanted to hire Janie, she had to be fair about this. There was such a thing as professional integrity. The spot needed to go to the most qualified candidate.
Michael would understand. He didn’t let his sister win when wrestling just because she was younger and smaller and weaker. Stella had to go through the proper vetting process. She had a feeling, however, Janie was her girl. When you loved something—like she and Janie did—you were good at it. If you weren’t good right away, you got good at it.