Christina sat at the breakfast table nursing a bowl of blueberry yogurt and thinking about her trouble. “One more job?” she asked emphatically. “Heck no! I’m already in deep water. I told you all about it.”

“You mean how that crabby woman from Financial Services met you as Tina twice and now she’s going to reveal your true identity to Mark?”

“Yeah,” Christina whined. She was so depressed about the prospect of being canned from her first real job and even more depressed about losing Mark. She’d probably never get another boss like Mark. Forget boyfriend. A boyfriend you only saw for a couple of hours in the evening. Her...