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Nobody laughsat her bitter joke.
I purse my lips as I think, tapping my chin.
Mol settles next to me and licks her lips.
Well.
I should look into this.
Free money and real opportunities to help people typically don’t grow on trees—but for Clara to get so worked up, it must be good. She’s more than a book snob when her high expectations extend to charity.
But the thing is, I’ve dealt with companies like this before I was old enough to drive.
Consider it one of the many life lessons that come with growing up a billionaire’s daughter.
Dad taught me early and often to suss out ulterior motives.
Oh, sure, most places say they want to help the world. They all read the right script.
But it’s really all about finding a fresh cause to make themselves look good and offset the real damage they do. Especially when it comes to Mother Nature.
They usually have a shitload of environmental damage to offset.
Dad knew that better than anyone, too, and he’s invested a ton in making sure Wired Cup runs as the most sustainable regional coffee company around.
It’s all about public perception, in the end.
I’m guessing the CEO of Home Shepherd doesn’t give a single solitary fuck, especially if he’s a walking mess like they say. I don’t really follow rumors but the way they talk about him is enough.
He’ll probably pawn the (un)lucky applicant off on an intern or corporate program manager in charge of philanthropy.
That will turn a great opportunity into something mediocre. A nice little bullet point on a résumé and nothing more.
See? It’s never too early in the morning to be cynical.
I turn my attention back to the conversation.
ClaraDoesChickLit:OH AND LOOK AT THE PRIZE MONEY!!! Hang on, lemme find a link
MegTea: Hurry up. Some of us have places to be Clara.
Prize money?
I read back and realize I must’ve skipped over that part.
That changes things if the big bad company is offering real skin in the game.
Stroking Mol’s head, I click the link and wait for it to load. If Clara sentthreeexclamation marks, that means something.
The webpage looks professional enough with simple, readable text and actionable links. I skim through everything until I find the real meat it’s offering and—
And holy crap.
Holy meatballs.
Home Shepherd, Inc. is offeringtwomillion dollarsas prize money to a charity of the winner’s choice.
Two million effing dollars.
