Jahlani lifts the paper, thumbing through the report. “There are a lot of gaps in the data. It makes it hard to get an accurate analysis from the survey. I would check the coding first and re-run the program?—”
“What if we don’t have time for that?”
“You could … skip that step, but then you run the risk of compromising the integrity of your data. The analysis might not be as valid.”
“How long would it take you?”
Jahlani says, looking back at the report. “Two to three weeks.”
“Which is it—two or three?” Monique asks.
Jahlani meets her stoic gaze. “Two?” And then, clearing her throat, she repeats with more confidence. “Two.”
The Mayfair women look at each other before looking toward Monique.
“She’ll do it,” Monique chimes in as she checks her watch, then offers a tight smile. “It’s late. Jahlani’s assistant, Bonnie Myer, will be in touch later this week to set up another meeting to finalize the project timeline.”
All the women stand up, shaking hands. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with us, Monique and Jahlani. We’re looking forward to collaborating with you.”
Bonnie leaps up to walk them out, and Jahlani is left alone with Monique. She turns to her, sinking into her chair again.
“Did that just happen?” Jahalani asks, looking up at her as she reaches for her drink.
“It did.”
“But … how?”
Monique leans back, studying her.
“I know you’re new here, Jahlani, so I’ll give you some advice: don't say “no” to career-altering projects,especiallywhen you’re fresh and you’re being offered a client as big as the Mayfair’s.”
Jahlani’s face flushes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to overstep?—”
She holds her hand up to silence her. “You weren’t overstepping. I picked you because I know you can do it. Am I wrong, Jahlani?”
“No, of course not,” Jahlani offers hurriedly, her palms sweaty. “I just?—”
“Do you think you can do a better job than their original consultant?”
Jahlani licks her lips, trying to keep her eyes focused on the bridge of her nose. “It’s a large project, and I figured someone who’s been here longer would be the safer choice.”
Monique shakes her head. “That’s not what I asked. Doyouthink you can do a better job?”
Jahlani’s mouth dries at her fierce gaze. “Yes.”
Monique studies her, then offers a rare smile and stands. “You’re good at what you do, Jahlani. Step into it. Embrace it.Own it. Don’t let anybody in this building make you feel like you need to be smaller. That’s not the kind of company I’m running here.”
Jahlani nods, a flush spreading through her body, feeling as though she’s beingscoldedby her favorite teacher.
Monique slides her purse onto her shoulder. “Go get some drinks, Jahlani. Celebrate with your friends, boyfriend, girlfriend— whoever. You’re about to be very busy over the next few months,” she says, squeezing her shoulder in a reassuring manner as she walks by.
“Monique?” Jahlani clears her throat. “I was wondering?—”
Monique arches a brow, folding her arms.
Step into it.
“I want to be considered for the new branch—the one in Florida.”
