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Ginger smiled. “No, I don’t guess you would.”
“Would you like to come back into my office and talk, Ginger?”
Ginger shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
“I agree you aren’t qualified for the position of director,” Miriam began. “But whoever is will need a capable assistant. Someone with a background in education, someone bright and willing to learn.”
“Yes, I suppose they would,” Ginger said faintly.
“I’d like to talk to you about that position, if you’re interested.”
“I think I’m very interested,” Ginger said, trying to maintain a professional smile instead of grinning like a fool.
Miriam’s eyes twinkled with an amusement that told her she’d only been partly successful.
“Right this way, then,” Miriam said, and led the way down a long hallway. “Would you like water, or coffee? Our café does a very nice mocha latte.”
Ginger smiled. “That sounds lovely.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Ginger walked into the club with Lola and Anna, she had a spring in her step. She had a new job all but in the bag, her apartment problem was solved, at least in the short term, and she was about to get laid.
If Friday nights got better, she didn’t know how.
“When does the job start?” Anna asked, pitching her voice over the din.
“October first,” Ginger said, scanning the room. She didn’t see Michael, but that wasn’t unusual. He was often making the rounds, or dealing with some bit of business or other in the office. “They have to write up the job description and put it before the board, but Miriam says it’s just a formality. It should be approved at the September board meeting.”
“Don’t they have to hire a director first?” Lola wanted to know.
“No.” Since there were no open seats at the bar, Ginger snagged a high top by the windows. “There’s plenty to do before the program gets up and running, even if it’s just familiarizing myself with how things work around there.”
“That’s great,” Anna enthused. “Now all you need is an apartment.”
“Well, that’s the other bit of good news.” Ginger climbed onto a stool. “David called.”
Lola boosted herself up beside Ginger. “How’s he enjoying jolly old England?”
“He likes it. So much, in fact, he’s decided to stay.”
Anna gaped, and Lola almost fell back off the stool. “You’re kidding.”
Ginger shook her head. “His current project is up in October, but the firm he’s working with over there has another one starting up, and they want him on it. His firm made some kind of a deal, like a personnel trade or something, so he’s going to stay and work it. For the next two years.”
“So you get to stay in his apartment?” Anna squealed.
“I can officially sublet it until the lease is up, which is in February,” Ginger explained. “After that, if I want to keep it, I can just renew directly.”
“It’s all falling into place,” Anna said and sighed. “I’m so happy for me.”
“Don’t you mean you’re so happy for her?” Lola asked.
“No, because I was going to be really sad if she had to go back to Ohio,” Anna explained.
Lola rolled her eyes. “You’re such a weirdo.”
“You were going to be sad, too.”
