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I worked late every night that week and the next, as well as taking work home on the weekends. Becky complained that she hardly saw me anymore, but I told her I needed to make a good impression.
"Is your boss nice?" she asked one night as I warmed up the chicken and rice she'd cooked earlier.
"He's okay."
"What's the company name again? I don't think you told me."
"It's a financial corporation. They buy and sell properties, shares, businesses, that sort of thing."
"Sounds boring."
I laughed, relieved that she hadn't noticed my lack of a direct answer. "It's actually pretty interesting."
"I'm just glad you like it, Cleo. I'd hate for you to put in all this work for something you hated." The microwave beeped and she took out the plate but didn't let go when I grabbed it. She search
