CHAPTER 43

"Tell me why you want this job busting your ass for people who couldn"t care less if you were born unless you forget the refill on their Pellegrino." Jacob"s rapid-fire question has me leaning across the kitchen table in his and Timothy"s apartment. The first of my two final exams isn"t until tomorrow, but already, I feel as if I"m being grilled. "Because I need money to pay next semester"s tuition and living expenses and my rock star dad cut me off for failing to tell him I was at performing arts school." He cocks his head. "Cute. One more time." I square my shoulders. "Because I"m a hard worker, I don"t give up, and I"ll wait whichever tables you tell me to for as many hours as you want." "Good." Jacob rises from his chair and goes to the fridge, where he pulls out two Coke cans and hands me one. I pop the tab and take a long drink. "Thanks for helping me practice for interviews."