Page 67 of Don't Be in Love

Me: Does Sabrina see Dorian?

Mia: Luckily, no. She thinks you’re talking with James. She’s busy chatting with his mom anyway.

Me: YOU’RE SITTING WITH CRESSIDA BREYER?!?

Mia: Should I have mentioned that first?

Me: Mia.

Mia: I’m kiddingggg. I actually asked her about summer internships because I know how you think eight months in advance for everything. Beverly “typically puts out internship listings in November” and “favors high GPAs and a personable cover letters”. But they’re only hiring one public relations intern…

Me: Shit.

Mia: Why don’t you tell her you’re interested?

Me: And get a leg up because I’m friends with her son? I don’t think so.

Mia: Why do you have to be so moral??? People use connections all the time. Nepotism is the cause of generational wealth.

Me: I’m not using James! I want them to hire me because they’re impressed by me anyways.

Mia: Fine.

Mia: You could always talk to James.

Me: We’re not saying anything to James.

Three dots appeared and disappeared.

Me: Say it.

Mia: You should consider asking your aunt. She used to work for a company like Beverly. Maybe she still has her cover letter.

I stared at the phone. She was right. But I didn’t want to.

Asking for help meant revealing that I couldn’t do everything on my own and admitting that to her. It meant owing her one more thing on top of the tower of things I already owed her for living under her roof.

But I wanted this internship. It was the stepping stone to my Dream Life. I just didn’t know if I was willing to ask for help when I had come this far without it.

The sound of glass hitting the tablecloth pulled me from my phone.

I looked up and realized Dorian had left.

23

Don’t Let Him Stay in Your System — Adelaide

“This can’t be real,” Jane uttered.

“It’s not possible!” Lottie gasped, looking over Jane’s shoulder.

Book Club found out about page twenty-six. Apparently, Dotty left it on the desk the night Dorian walked me home during Mia’s late shift.

Apparently.

Evelyn took the phone from Jane and put her reading glasses on. “This must be altered,” she swore.

“That scammy AI they keep talking about!” Cora realized.