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"Okay, and?"
"There were like a billion different apps. There was one called Personal Capital, one called TD Ameritrade, Seeking Alpha, Morningstar, Stock Rover, Stickfi. Or wait…" I paused. "SigFig portfolio tracker. Yahoo Finance even had a tracker."
"Oh I've heard that Yahoo Finance Tracker is one of the best," she said, nodding.
"Really? From who?"
"Reddit." She laughed. "I did a little research myself, but I went directly to the source of the geeks and the nerds, and you know they're all on Reddit."
"I guess so. I've never looked at Reddit aside from once. It was one of those threads about Am I The Bitch or Am I The Asshole?"
"Oh I love Am I The Asshole posts," she said, laughing, "and you know they usually are the assholes."
"I know," I said, giggling. "Oh my gosh."
"Hey, girls." Rosalie stepped forward, wearing a long flowing white dress with her long hair down her back. "Sorry I'm late."
"Hey." I jumped up and gave her a quick hug. "No worries. We ordered cappuccinos, but we waited to get food."
"Oh no worries. How are the cappuccinos here?"
"Really good," Molly said, giving her a little wave. "You look absolutely breathtakingly beautiful this morning, Rosalie."
"Thanks, Molly. What did I miss? What are you guys talking about?"
"We're just talking about stocks," Molly said, laughing. "Our new positions start in a week, and we have a meeting tomorrow to meet our boss."
"Isn't that crazy?" Rosalie said. "Oliver was telling me that you all are going to be assistants as well as in the program, which he thinks is a really good idea. He thinks that will help you develop personal relationships with other people in the company a lot faster than if you were just being mentored by them. But wow, how are you feeling about that?" She looked at me.
"Um, the salary's great, so that's amazing. I'm going to be the assistant to Foster, so"—I shrugged—"should be good."
"But it's Foster," she said, staring at me.
"Yeah, and he's your brother and he's great."
"But you two have sexual chemistry."
"Well, you know, I mean it's just—”
"You gave him a lap dance."
"I was drunk."
"You were pretty much naked on his lap, girl."
"I know."
"And didn't he give you a lap dance, too?"
"Yes."
"So then what if stuff goes further? How is that going to work in the office?"
I looked over at Molly, who was staring at me with a wide smile on her face.
"Fine, Rosalie, there's something I have to tell you."
"Oh my gosh," she squealed. "I knew it."
