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I had to ponder a minute before I came up with the answer:you would notbelievethe guy I met. It wasn’t positive, but okay, yes, I might have talked about him kind of a lot from then on. When had I stopped railing against him?
“You have to see where this might go. You owe it to yourself. Besides, it’s not like you have a better option.”
“True.” I threw my comforter aside. My computer was still in my backpack from the last day at the hospital. I pulled it out, set up at my desk, and logged into NetWerk, quickly navigating to the job listing.
I could toss the ball into his court and see what happened. He probably wouldn’t reject me outright, but until I tried this, I’d always wonder what might have been.
It was time to stop judging Davis—and myself. Neither of us had to be perfect to try to make this work. If I let my own judgement stop me before we started, we’d never know how great this could be.
Before I could second-guess myself, I clicked on the button to apply. I had to upload a résumé, but I had a recent enough one handy. Then it wanted a cover letter.
I looked to Natalie, watching over my shoulder. “What do I say?”
“Pleasepleaseplease love me forever and I promise I won’t spend too much of your money but let’s make out?” Natalie suggested in a single breath.
I stared at her for a moment. “That’s one idea.”
Natalie straightened and patted my shoulder. “You got this. I’m going to go check on Angela and Carter.”
I opened a blank document. I did not got this.
To whom it may concern, I started. No, no, no. All wrong.
Dear Mr. Hardcastle, I tried again. Absolutely not. How had I already forgotten how to write a simple cover letter? A note to someone I actually did know well?
Maybe that was the key. I started over again:Dear Davis.
Yes. That was it.
And then I knew exactly what I had to write.
By the time the NetWerk listing had been posted for five days, I was pretty sure Cassie was either ignoring me or not on NetWerk after all, though I’d already found her up-to-date profile. Clearly she couldn’t forgive me. That was her prerogative.
There were other applicants, but honestly, I couldn’t imagine what it would have taken for one of them to convince me to hire them. I didn’t know what an actual medical consultant was supposed to do for Connect. Be a spokesperson?
I would have to do what I always did: keep busy. I touched base with Owen first on Wednesday morning. “Getting used to your office yet?” I greeted him.
He looked up, his boyish curls falling onto his forehead. Hard to believe he’d earned a Master of Computer Science already. “I think so.” He gestured at a workflow on the whiteboard. “Working on level six today. Did you want to test the virtual escape room this afternoon?”
“Of course.” Owen had been on a roll with developing the games to build camaraderie without being forced to reveal personal information. “Will you have the encouragement responses programmed before then?”
“Yes,” Owen said, “but I could use more suggestions.”
I thought for a moment, then smiled. “I appreciate your contributions.”
Owen laughed and stood to write that on the whiteboard list.
I realized I was delaying my daily disappointment and forced myself to find Luke, overseeing the decorator. Financing our office/meetup space at the same time as we launched the app was a risk, but having a neutral location for friend matches to meet was vital for our users’ privacy and safety, one of our top concerns.
“Morning,” Luke greeted me in the hallway to my office. “Great news:Philly’s Finestemailed and wanted an interview.”
“The police... ?” Surely putting dark donut-dealing deeds in a job description wasn’t actionable.
“Oh, no, but the police did call—they caught the person who sent you anthrax.” Luke paged through a tablet as if pulling up the information.
“What? How did they track them down?”
“They said they received a tip from a Beaufort lab.”
