Sixteen
Old Devil Moon
I don’t check the app, but I do end up in Kevin’s office the next afternoon, asking a lot politer than I feel about the Paralegal position they still haven’t filled.
“No, we won’t be giving you that position, sorry,” Kevin says on the other side of the glass desk.
Da f**k…?
His voice is so brusque, it doesn’t sound like he even considered me for the position for a minute. But I don’t give up. I need this raise, more than I need my pride right now.
“Kevin, I know you’re worried about this last name I’m lugging around with me, but I guarantee you, I’m done with that life now. And I don’t know who else you’re looking at for this paralegal job, but I guarantee you, no one you hire will work harder than me—I don’t care what kind of experience they have. I’m the pers
