#Chapter 45: Burning the midnight oil

Fiona “Thank you for setting up that interview,” I said to Alexander, as soon as we were alone in the dining room, our glasses and dinner plates full. He looked at me with mild surprise, paused, then shook his head. “You don’t need to thank me. Once I realized that your talents were available, I knew I needed to make Uncle Conrad aware. He’s been looking for someone to head that project for a long time. And candidates like you don’t become available all the time.” I stared him down, considering this. The fact was, I had done an objectively exceptional job in my interview. I hardly had any time to think while I was in it, but thinking it over later, I was proud of how I answered all the questions and truly believed, more than ever, in my own skill, strength, and aptitude. I decided that I believed him. It was, after all, not Alexander’s company. He might have recommended Conrad hire me, but the man could have said no. And I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. “W