I let out a giddy squeal. This is so freaking awesome.
When I check the email account attached to my channel, I see that a couple of companies have messaged me, asking if I’d be interested in doing brand partnerships with them. One is a study app for college students. The other is a mega successful audiobook company that’s launching audiobook versions of textbooks to assist visually impaired people.
I gasp at the amount of money they’re offering me to mention their brands in my video. I fall back into my chair, and I stare at my laptop screen.
“This is insane,” I say to myself.
I quickly type a reply to the brand reps and tell them that I’d love to work with them. Then I sit there, smiling and shaking my head, in utter disbelief at how quickly my channel is taking off.
I pull up a new document on my laptop and start brainstorming ideas for new videos to record. I’m so focused that I don’t hear my phone buzzing.
When I see it’s my dad calling, I instantly tense. I don’t want to talk to him.
I let his call go to voicemail, but a minute later, he texts me.
Please call me, Poppy. I need to talk to you about what happened yesterday.
I feel myself start to soften. Maybe he wants to apologize for how he treated Nick. Maybe going off on him in front of all his friends was a wakeup call, and he wants to make things right.
A hopeful feeling sprouts inside of me as I call him.
When he answers, his voice is stern and serious, like it always is.
“You said you wanted to talk about yesterday. What would you like to say, Dad?”
“Yes. About yesterday.” He pauses. “Do you remember Frank Walsh? He was sitting at the end of the table.”
“Um, no…”
“I spoke with him after dinner. After your dramatic little exit.”
I grit my teeth, disappointment flashing through me. He’s not apologizing.
“Frank is a lawyer for Wentworth Industries. He’s one of the best corporate lawyers in the entire city of Denver. He graduated top of his law school class, too.”
“Okay…” What is he bringing this up for?
“He’s offered to be your private tutor for the LSAT,” my dad says. “He says he can start after the first of the new year.”
I’m stunned into silence.
“What?” I finally say.
“I’ve hired him as your private tutor for the LSAT,” my dad says. “He tutors undergraduate students in his spare time. Everysingle one of them has earned high scores and ended up at top ten law schools. I think this will be great for you.”
I close my eyes and let out a frustrated breath. “Dad. Are you kidding me?”
“I know, isn’t this great news? You’re going to have a massive leg up getting into law school with his guidance.”
“No. That’s not…” I stand up from my desk and start pacing my bedroom. I’m so pissed off and frustrated, I can’t sit still.
“This isn’t okay, Dad. What you’re doing is messed up.”
“Messed up? Poppy, what on earth are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about how you call me the day after you disrespected my boyfriend in front of all your friends, and instead of apologizing, you pretend like everything is fine between us.”
“Poppy, I’m not apologizing.”
