“I thought you might like to see the shoot for my final ad campaign. They can be quite fun actually.” Renée led Jo out of the office and toward the Market. “I still haven’t had a chance to talk to the board, their next meeting isn’t until tomorrow evening. I hate to impose, but I’d appreciate keeping it between us girls until then.”
“Of course,” Jo granted easily. What she hadn’t found, despite two days of thinking about it, was a gracious way to inform the most influential female power broker on the Seattle scene that Jo’s answer was a definitive, “No.” Part of the problem was she didn’t know if her guess was right, though she had circled back around to it being a job offer.
However, the answer was no even though Renée hadn’t technically made the offer, at least not in as many words. Ev
