Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 21
“Verygood,Ana.Idon’thaveanyfurtherquestions.Doyou?”hedirectshisquestionatme.
“Whenwouldyoulikesomeonetostart?”Iask.
“Assoonaspossible,”Elizabethpipesup.“Whencouldyoustart?”
“I’mavailablefromnextweek.”
“That’sgoodtoknow,”Jacksays.
“Ifthat’salleveryonehastosay”—Elizabethglancesatthetwoofus—“Ithinkthatconcludestheinterview.”Shesmileskindly.
“It’sbeenapleasuretomeetyou,Ana,”Jacksayssoftlyashetakesmyhand.Hesqueezesitgently,sothatIblinkupathimasIsaygood-bye.
IfeelunsettledasImakemywaytomycar,thoughI’mnotsurewhy.Ithinktheinterviewwentwell,butit’ssohardtosay.Interviewsseemsuchartificialsituations;everyoneontheirbestbehaviortryingdesperatelytohidebehindaprofessionalfaçade.Didmyfacefit?Ishallhavetowaitandsee.
IclimbintomyAudiA3andheadbacktotheapartment,thoughItakemytime.I’monthered-eyewithastopoverinAtlanta,butmyflightdoesn’tleaveuntil10:25thisevening,soIhaveplentyoftime.
KateisunpackingboxesinthekitchenwhenIreturn.
“Howdidtheygo?”sheasks,excited.OnlyKatecanlookgorgeousinanoversizedshirt,tatteredjeans,andadarkbluebandana.
“Good,thanks,Kate.Notsurethisoutfitwascoolenoughforthesecondinterview.”
“Oh?”
“Bohochicmighthavedoneit.”
Kateraisesaneyebrow.
“Youandbohochic.
