Page 79 of Going Deep
“What, just, ‘hey, by the way, Sir, I know you’re a Killingsworth and I have all along’? Yeah, I’m sure that’ll go over well.”
Anna winced. “Okay, don’t do that. Maybe tell him you found out while you were doing research for your interview? You know, you were digging into the foundation and found his name somehow.”
Lola shook her head. “You two are something else.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to find a solution to this mess.”
“Not you two,” Lola corrected Anna. “Them two. Ginger and Michael, a couple of dorks caught in the same stupid lie.”
“It’s not a lie,” Ginger protested. “It’s a…deception.”
“What do you think a lie is?” Lola asked, amused.
“He’s the one who never shares anything personal,” Ginger protested.
“Have you ever asked him anything personal?” Lola countered.
“That’s…not the point.”
“It might be a little bit of the point,” Anna said gently.
“Can we get back to my interview?” Ginger said, exasperated.
“Fine. Are you going or not?”
“I’m going. First, because I just spent three hours shopping for the perfect outfit?—”
“And found it,” Anna interjected.
“Thank you. And second, because even though I’m definitely not qualified for this job, I like the Center and might want to work there someday.”
“Making professional contacts is always a good idea,” Anna agreed.
“And third,” Ginger said, then realized she didn’t have a third.
“It’s good practice?” Anna offered.
“Thank you, Anna. It’s good practice,” Ginger finished, then slumped in her chair. “Of course, it’ll still be a disaster.”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
Ginger eyed Lola. “What does that mean?”
“What if they offer you the job?”
“They won’t,” Ginger said. “I told you, I’m not qualified.”
“But the guy who owns the place told them to interview you.”
Anna gasped. “Do you think he told them to hire her, no matter what?”
Lola shrugged. “It doesn’t seem like Michael’s style, but I don’t know him well enough to say for sure. Do you?”
Anna thought for a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t. Grant probably does, but I don’t.”
Ginger looked at her friends. “You can’t ask them.”
“No, we can’t,” Lola said, and Anna nodded her agreement. “They’re the ‘Doms before dames’ type, they’ll go running to Michael with it.”
