“I’m not qualified,” I said.
“You are more qualified than anyone currently around her.”
“How much?”
He named a weekly salary.
I actually thought I misheard him.
“That’s more than I make in a month.”
“Yes.”
“I can’t accept that.”
“Why not?”
“Because nobody pays that much for soup and kindness.”
His expression changed.
“Maybe they should.”
For one dangerous second, I almost believed him.
Then my phone buzzed.
A message from my manager.
Where are you? Lunch rush. If you’re late again, don’t bother coming in.
I had never been late in my life.
I stood too fast, knocking my coffee over. Alexander grabbed napkins before the liquid reached my lap.
“I have to go,” I said.
“Emily—”
“I’ll think about it.”
He handed me another card.
This one had only his private number.
“When you decide,” he said, “call me directly.”
I ran back to Laurel Corner Café, not knowing that by the time I arrived, my life there had already begun to fall apart.
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