It was Flint, and his tone was different.
She turned. He was in a suit and tie, and she figured that he had been having the last of his famous interviews.
“I feel as though you’ve been avoiding me,” he said. “I missed you this morning, and you weren’t at my talk last night.”
“I saw the video. Seems like Marla did all of the talking.”
“She’s very good at what she does.”
“And, what’s that?”
“Among many other things, inspire.”
“She inspire you?”
“Someday,” Flint said, digging his hands into his pockets, “I’ll tell you about grad school, and how she helped me get my start. I’m sorry that you couldn’t hear her live. I’d have liked for you to have met her.”
“I was…working.”
“I know. Candy told me about your problem. That’s tough.”
“There’s an element of irony in it,” Jennifer said.
Flint laughed.
“You know?” Jen asked. “About what Candy did.”
“She told me.”
“And, you’re not angry about that?”
“No,” he said with a shrug. “Sometimes you have to do things that aren’t so kosher.”
“But, stealing?”
“I keep telling you, this isn’t school. Nobody plays fair anymore.”
Jennifer was taken aback by his blasé attitude. But then, she figured, in his high-stakes world, that was the way things were. She decided then and there that if her morals would be the price of aspiring to his level, she didn’t want that goal, and she became determined that, through her website, she would do all that she could to impart such principles.
But looking at him, seemingly so smug and superior, something in her, something that was born out of her desire of an impossible dream, thought to test that part of him.
“So,” she said, “it’s okay to just take what you want.”
“No. But there will be occasions when–”
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“Okay, buster.”
And before she knew what she was doing she grabbed him by the tie, dragging him around the corner. The look on his face was priceless. She sashayed her hips, and slipped into the first room she found; it was a broom closet but neither of them cared. The moment the door whooshed shut they were in each other’s arms.
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“Making a statement, are we?” Candy asked as Jen sat to dinner.
“Making you think,” she replied.
And over the course of the meal, Jennifer danced up and crossed to Bea’s table to tell her something, and as she did, she made sure to pass Flint, giving him and Marla a good look at how a three stood up.