Page 89 of Going Deep
He had the grace to look uncomfortable. “I don’t. The family foundation does.”
“Your family foundation.”
A slight hesitation, then a nod. “Yes.”
“You told me you’d send my resume to Sean, and he’d pass it along.”
“Yes.”
“You had Miriam call me in for an interview.”
There was resignation in his eyes now. “Yes.”
“How is that not lying?”
“How did you know?” he countered.
She thought about not telling him—he didn’t deserve it, goddammit—but figured since they were going scorched earth, there was no point in holding back. “Lola told me.”
Surprise flashed across his face. “Lola?”
“She did a background check on you before she joined Odyssey.”
After a blink of shock, he huffed out a laugh, rueful and resigned. “Of course she did.”
She turned away, and was two steps from the door when he spoke again.
“Why didn’t you take the job?”
She glanced over her shoulder. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t even turned his head to look at her. “I’m not qualified for it. Not even close. Did you tell her to offer it to me?”
He didn’t answer, just closed his eyes.
And she walked out the door.
Lola passed Ginger a t-shirt. “When are you coming back?”
Ginger took the shirt, folded it, and laid it in the open suitcase on the bed. “In about a week, I guess.”
Anna poked her head out of the closet with a frown. “It’ll take that long?”
“Not to pack up all my stuff.” Ginger grabbed a pair of socks and tucked them in next to the suitcase. “I don’t have that much. But I’ll need the full week to convince my mom that I’m not making a huge mistake that will ruin my life.”
“Ah.” Anna nodded. “Gotcha. Which shoes do you want to take?”
“Um, my sneakers and the OluKai sandals,” Ginger decided. “I shouldn’t need anything else.”
Anna carried the shoes out of the closet. “Here you go. So, have you heard from him?”
Ginger took the sandals from Anna and tucked them in the webbed shoe compartment of the small rollaway. “Not a peep. Well, that’s not true,” she amended. “I did get a delivery.”
Anna’s eyes lit. “Flowers?”
“A box of stuff I’d left at his apartment.”
Lola winced. “Ouch.”
“That’s a dick move,” Anna agreed. “He must really be hurting.”
