CHAPTER 30
"Morning, everyone," I said, using my confident voice. "I know who you are, of course, and I'm Jamie Quinn. Nice to meet you.”
Cara Joseph, the lone woman in the group, gave me a friendly smile and said, "Finally!"
"Am I late?" I stammered, feeling flustered. "I thought--"
"--No, no, you're right on time," she assured me. "It's just that we've been dying to meet you. You're a rock star around here."
"Rock star? Are you sure you have the right Jamie Quinn?" I knew the truth--that I was more like the warm-up band, or possibly even the roadie.
To my surprise, they laughed. Maybe I was funnier than I thought, or maybe they were kissing up to me. Could that be it? I once met a judge who claimed that nobody ever laughed at his jokes until he was elected. Then, overnight, he turn
