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she added quickly, “we just found stuff to talk about. He checks in sometimes. He’s… he’s a good person to talk to.” “You like him.” “I do not,” she said too quickly, laughing in that nervous way that confirmed everything I needed to know. “He’s just nice. He’s smart. He’s… articulate. He sends funny memes. That’s it.” I smirked. “So that’s what they’re calling it these days—funny memes.” She grabbed a cloth and threw it at me. “Go, you need to leave for your meeting before you make me say something I’ll regret.”

I said stupidly. “As I’m talking to you now, I’m sure someone’s ordering it.” “And the reviews? What are the reviews saying?” I asked eagerly, heart in my throat. She paused. “hello? What are the reviews saying?” I prompted. “I’m sure it’s just a flux or something, but there’s been no new reviews.” She said cautiously. “That’s-“ “-what happens when someone with a lot of followers loves your book so much and recommends it for their thousands of followers who worship them blindly. Free promotion baby. This is what everybody is literally on their knees begging for.” There was a bit of censure in her voice now.

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"Then accept it." She held my gaze for a long moment. Then … Take it review it, the reject me with documentation if necessary.” She laughed outright. Annoying woman. Then she took the folder. Held it lightly. “I’ll review it.” Victory. “And give feedback later,” she added. I placed a hand over my heart. “Cruel suspense. She worked for another hour. I stayed. Pretending to read emails. Actually watching her. The concentration. The way she bit the inside of her cheek while thinking.

She flicked her finger on my forehead that made me grunt. "Yes, I know." I squinted my eyes at her. "Now shoo! You are disrupting my time reviewing." She made a face before walking out. "Good luck!" "Yeah, yeah." I nonchalantly said and immediately fixed my eyes on the reviewer. This exam was making me nervous. I am confident that I can have a high score in every subject but I am not really sure how well can Ibarra do. I cannot be complacent about it. I might end up barking in the end.

The regulars are funny and the hours go fast, sometimes…] [That's the best review a job can get honestly. You sound happy.] [I am?] She paused, then added: [How's Australia? Tell me everything…I've got fifteen minutes left] The response took a little longer this time. Long enough that she had gotten up and gone back inside for soda, then came out before it went through.

I counter. “Then I’d say this is the worst car service ever. You’re an hour late. I’ll have to give you a bad review.” I sneak another glance at the captivating creature. Her full, pink lips twitch up on one side, showing me a bit of her feisty personality. I also take note of her erratic breathing and the pulse pounding on the side of her neck. She’s nervous. Excited. Fuck if that doesn’t turn my dick into a lead pipe. “Or you could thank me for saving you from the rain. Some people might think that’s heroic.”

She said something about loving to write about mysteries and thrillers. There had just been something in the way she talked. Her voice had been somehow been both strong and pained. The background music changed to match the emotions she was talking about. "She's really good," This came from Jake. I turned to find him staring at me with eyebrows raised in approval. I maintained a straight face as I managed a flat response.

“It’s under review.” He tilted his head slightly. “And if it’s not approved?” The kettle clicked off behind her. The silence that followed felt deliberate. “I expect it will be,” she said evenly. He smiled. “Expectations aren’t paperwork.” She walked to the counter and poured hot water into a mug, if only to occupy her hands. “When do you need the documents?” she asked. “As soon as possible.” “My review meeting is next week.” “And if it doesn’t go your way?” She looked at him directly now.

I replied. “I wanted to review my notes,” she said. “Are you actually reviewing them?” I asked. She gave me a look. “I was trying to.” I nodded slightly. “That is a start.” She closed her notebook halfway and turned slightly toward me. “How was practice?” “Fine,” I said. “That is your answer for everything,” she said. “It is accurate,” I replied. She studied my face for a moment. “Did anything happen?” “No,” I said. She held my gaze for a second longer, like she was deciding whether to believe that.