15
Lark
“A trial run?” English groaned later as we took a cab north.
“I know. I knew you wouldn’t be happy about that.”
“It just…doesn’t make any sense. I have the credentials. I’ve been doing this for years. I’m at the top of my game. Why wouldn’t she want me?”
I’d been debating on telling English what Leslie had said. I still didn’t know if I should. Leslie had called English back into the conference room and offered her a trial to see how she worked with Court. Of course, she’d acted like she was thrilled for the opportunity. Until she got in the cab and was allowed to be frustrated by it.
“Like, what’s the deal? Does she want someone with more experience with all you Upper East Siders?”
I sighed. She wasn’t going to let it go.
“No, it has nothing to do with you and everything t
