Chapter 8
Behind my back, the sound of Mrs. Vespa’s muttering carried as I beat a hasty retreat. “That’s the last time I let a professor sway my choice of employee,” my ex-boss grumbled, her fingers already tapping at her phone in search of a replacement barista.
And, despite myself, my footsteps faltered then stopped entirely. A professor had asked Mrs. Vespa to hire me? Was it really true that I hadn’t landed this job entirely under my own steam?
I hesitated, thinking back over the events that had led up to me possessing the reins to this campus-located coffee shop. Sure, it had seemed unusual to be granted the first job I applied for, and one right at the heart of the college I was attempting to investigate to boot. A very small part of me had hoped that the cupcake I’d mailed along
