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I sighed. It was obvious I was not going to get this job. I mean, why would he give me the job when I didn’t even make him a cup of coffee that was good?
“So you went to the Culinary Institute in Paris?”
“Yes,” I said with a slight attitude. “That’s why it was called the Culinary Institute of Paris.”
“And you know Gordon Ramsay?”
“Uh, hello. He’s the one that taught me how to batter fish for fish and chips.” I knew I was lying again, but it didn’t matter. I had no chance of getting this job.
“Okay, well, that’s quite impressive,” he said, and I couldn’t tell if he was being facetious or not. “And you’re really about to be homeless?”
“Yes,” I said. This time I was being one hundred percent honest. “I just found out that the owners of my house sold it, and we’ve got one week to leave, and I don’t have money to afford another place because Port Sunshine is really expensive, and I can’t even apply anywhere because I don’t have a job. So I have no one to say that I’m getting a paycheck, and I just cannot move back with my mom and dad. I’m twenty-two years old now and—”
“You’re twenty-two?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You went to the Culinary Institute in Paris, you studied under the tutelage of Gordon Ramsay, and you’re only twenty-two?”
“Let’s just say that I’m incredibly intelligent,” I said, which was not a lie, really. I mean, I was intelligent. I just wasn’t the most intelligent person in the world. I wasn’t going to winJeopardy!or any spelling competitions, but I could play a board game and hold my own, and I was pretty good atMario Kart Wii. I always came first when my family and I watchedFamily Feudand pretended we were on it. I always got the most answers out of everyone in the Campbell family. No, I was sure this guy didn’t want to hear it.
“Can I ask you who this job is for?”
“Me,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m Finn.”
“You’re who?”
“I’m the man that owns this house.”
“Oh,” I said. “But you’re not a star.”
“Um, okay. Did I say I was?”
“I thought that you were going to be like an actor or a singer or something. The way that Gladys and Benedict were going on, I thought that I was going to be hosting parties for the Rolling Stones and Metallica and Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez. Shit, I thought Tom Cruise might hop on a couch or something.”
He started chuckling. “You seem like you need to go on your medication.”
“What?” I said, my eyes widening. “I’m just saying, what are you talking about?”
“Why are you listing a bunch of random musicians and actors?”
“Because Gladys wouldn’t tell me who I was working for and neither would Benedict, and I figured if it was a secret, it had to be because it was for someone famous. Not just some nobody like you.”
“He’s not a nobody,” Gladys said, shaking her head. “He’s one of the richest men in the world.”
“What?” My voice was extremely loud as my eyes widened. “No way.”
“I take it that you don’t readForbesmagazine,” he said, his eyes staring into mine, observing my face.
“Um, no, not really interested inForbes.”
“JustPeople, huh?”
I bit down on my lower lip. “I mean, it’s not like I buy the magazine. I do look online.”
“So you didn’t apply for this job because you knew I was going to be the one you’d be working for?”
“No.”
“And you’re not trying to start a business and looking for funding?”
“No. What does that have to do with anything?”
