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With their meeting over, Wenner and Jack Pruitt, the Centre’s accountant, stood and shook hands. Jack then leaned across Chelsea’s desk and shook hers. “Congrats and all the best to you and the baby.”
“Thanks, Jack.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Wenner said.
They’d just ironed out the details for their new part-time hire and Jack had assured them, they were good to go.
Wenner returned and stretched out in his seat with hands crossed over his chest. “All settled. I’ll leave the posting details and interviews to you and Madie. This is gonna work out fine.”
“It’s good to hear Jack’s support.” Chelsea studied her friend. Changing the subject, she said, “I see Jordy is still with us.”
Wenner gave her a wide smile. “Yes, he is. The magazine has decided to run it in three parts. It’s taken on a
