Page 20 of The Fine Line
He probably thinks it’s strange that I’m refusing a seat, but I honestly don’t care. I’ve always felt more confident standing. And right now, I’m too wired with anticipation to sit still even if I wanted to.
“So, I think you know why I asked you to come in today,” Bryan says.
“I have an idea,” I confirm.
“The TV analyst role we’ve been discussing?—”
“Yes,” I nod, cutting him off before he can finish. It makes him chuckle.
“Well,” he says, clapping his hands together, “what can I say, Caroline?” He glances at Amy, then back at me. “You’re so well-suited for the role.”
I can’t stop myself from beaming. “I’m really glad to hear you say that.”
“Of course,” he continues. “I know you’re young, but frankly, you’re more knowledgeable about hockey than half the men in this office—and I’d say that to their faces.”
My throat tightens unexpectedly.
“You’re bright. You’ve proven yourself both academically and on the job working with Courtney this past season. You’ve got a strong personal connection to the Storm, which, in my eyes, is nothing but a plus.”
He gets it, I think.
“You’ve got the personality. The skill. No doubt in my mind—you’d be amazing.”
“Thank you,” I say, my cheeks starting to ache from smiling so much.
“Which is why I’ll make sure you’re top of mind when the next opportunity on the broadcast team opens up.”
“I promise I won’t let you down, Bryan. I really just want to thank you so much for the?—”
I stop. Blinking. My brain finally catches up to what he just said.
“Wait…” I breathe. “What do you mean when the next opportunity arises? Hasn’t it already…” I motion vaguely with my hand, “arisen?”
Bryan’s lips twist. “Why don’t you take a seat, Caroline?”
“No, thank you,” I say, locking my eyes on his even as he starts to avoid mine. I swallow hard and fasten one of the buttons on my white blazer—anything to give my hands something to do.
“So I didn’t get the job?” I finally ask.
“Here’s the thing, Caroline…”
“Who got it?” I blurt, cutting him off. I know it’s not professional, but I’m giving myself grace right now.
Bryan’s throat bobs. He attempts a smile. “Someone I believe you actually know quite well, believe it or not.”
I raise my brows.
“Michael Davis. I believe you were in the same master’s program?”
It’s like the entire room melts around me.
“Dick…” I mutter under my breath, barely audible.
But apparently not quiet enough. Bryan nods. “Mick, yes.” Clearly he heard me wrong. “He actually mentioned you quite a bit in his interview.”
A scoff slips out before I can stop it.
Of course he did. He probably needed something to talk about, considering?—
