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It was actually worse this way, Sarah thought. She gazed across the table to where Joe sat with his afternoon client, a woman in her fifties who seemed just as worshipful as the young woman had been that morning, and all Sarah could think was that she got it—she completely understood.
She’d felt that way herself at one time.
Not at first—at first she thought he was a cocky, overconfident, over-privileged frat boy type who was too good looking for his own good. The fact that he turned out to be a serious student who had never stepped foot into a frat house—let alone participated in any of that kind of drunken, idiotic college boy behavior Sarah resented so much because it meant they could afford to blow off school while she’d worked for years to afford every single credit—meant that Jo
