Page 32 of Entangled Mafia Princess

“Yeah, guess it’s kind of cliche that I go there, though the university was founded by a French priest.”

“You’re Irish?”

“Yeah. You can probably tell by my name: Casey Maeve Callaghan.”

“Where did you live before?”

“Boston.”

“Why did your family move?”

I’m encouraged that he wants to know more about me. At the beginning, it didn’t seem like he was that interested in going anywhere with me.

“My dad wasn’t satisfied with the, um, business opportunities there. Too many competitors.”

“What does he do?”

“He’s in business.”

“What kind of business?”

I shift in my seat and look out the window on my side. “Variety of stuff.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know exactly. He doesn’t talk about it very much to me, probably because he knows I’m not interested.”

“Why aren’t you interested?”

I shrug. “It sounds boring.”

“What about it is boring?”

I turn to look at him. It almost feels like he’s grilling me.

“Everything,” I reply.

“Give me an example.”

I struggle to find an answer. It’s true that my dad doesn’t talk specifics with me, but I’ve heard things in passing.

“Like investments or stocks, maybe,” I lie. “To me, it’s all nerdy, boring stuff.”

The words fall from my mouth before I realize maybe that’s exactly what Jack does for a living. But he doesn’t look affronted. Instead, he stares at me, almost as if he knows I’m lying.

I’m glad when the traffic light turns red and he has to focus his gaze on the road.

“I mean, it’s probably because I wasn’t ever good at math, and that’s why it doesn’t interest me,” I try to cover myself.

Shit. I sound like a dumbass.

“Are you a stockbroker?” I venture.

“My business is sales and procurement.”

“What kind of sales and procurement?”

“Technology and hardware.”

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