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Chapter 21
Ilookatbothofthem,rememberingtheKatherineKavanaghSuccessfulInterviewingTechniquelecture:Maintaineyecontact,Ana!Boy,thatwomancanbebossy,too,sometimes.JackandElizabethbothlistenattentively.
“YouhaveaveryimpressiveGPA.WhatextracurricularactivitiesdidyouindulgeinatWSU?”
Indulge?Iblinkathim.Whatanoddchoiceofword.Ilaunchintodetailsofmylibrarianshipatthecampuscentrallibraryandmyoneexperienceofinterviewinganobscenelyrichdespotforthestudentnewspaper.IglossoverthefactthatIdidn’tactuallywritethearticle.ImentionthetwoliterarysocietiesthatIbelongedtoandconcludewithworkingatClayton’sandalltheuselessknowledgeInowpossessabouthardwareandDIY.Theybothlaugh,whichistheresponseI’dhopedfor.Slowly,Irelaxandbegintoenjoymyself.
JackHydeaskssharp,intelligentquestions,butI’mnotthrown—Ikeepup,andwhenwediscussmyreadingpreferencesandmyfavoritebooks,IthinkIholdmyown.Jack,ontheotherhand,appearstoonlyfavorAmericanliteraturewrittenafter1950.Nothingelse.Noclassics—notevenHenryJamesorUptonSinclairorF.ScottFitzgerald.Elizabethsaysnothing,justnodsoccasionallyandtakesnotes.Jack,thoughargumentative,ischarminginhisway,andmyinitialwarinessdissipatesthelongerwetalk.
“Andwheredoyouseeyourselfinfiveyears’time?”heasks.
WithChristianGrey,thethoughtcomesinvoluntarilyintomyhead.Myerrantmindmakesmefrown.
“Copyediting,perhaps?Maybealiteraryagent,I’mnotsure.Iamopentoopportunities.”
Hegrins.
