From prior experience, the third option seemed the likeliest.
But if I worked hard enough, I could still ace the test and earn this internship. I could overcome every roadblock Douglas had set up for me. I could prove to him, to myself, and to everyone that I am capable.
Because Douglas Gordon-Bettencourt doesn’t get to tell me what I can and cannot do.
Not anymore.
5
LINCOLN
[101 weeks ago]
@pancakesareelite:
Do you ever think about meeting IRL?
@theanswerisno:
No.
@pancakesareelite:
Hearing each other’s voices?
@theanswerisno:
Not a good idea.
@pancakesareelite:
What about photos?
@theanswerisno:
Absolutely not.
@pancakesareelite:
Are you real?
@theanswerisno:
Debatable.
@theanswerisno:
I’m sorry. I just like that you kinda like virtual me. Let’s keep it that way.
@pancakesareelite:
I don’t *kinda* like virtual you,
I *really really* like virtual you
As soon as I left the office, I shoved work, the pressure of becoming a manager, and my curious intern into one of the many boxes in my brain. Despite my aversion to socializing, game night was the exception.
Never would I have thought that Claire and I stumbling upon a board game group back in college would lead to this. After we graduated, I thought I’d never see them again, but Claire kept in touch and kept dragging me along every Wednesday night.
