He patted me on the arm before shuffling on, checking with some of his other employees. He was an A-list celebrity in our circles. Alistair stuck around for another ten minutes before waving and stepping back into the elevator, wishing us all a good weekend.

Molly took my hand and squeezed my fingers. “Did you hear that?” she asked, jumping up and down. “You’ve got a job offer!”

“He said I might have a job offer,” I corrected, sitting back down.

“Oh, please. That was totally a tap on the shoulder,” Molly squealed. “I’m so happy for you, and I’m not even jealous.”

I laughed. “Thanks, Mol. But I’m sure...