“I
had just come home from my first semester in college. I had bet you that if I
made a better apple pie than yours, you had to let me spend the summer with
you. That’s what you were referring to, weren’t you?” Emily asks.
“Yes,
and your pie was tasteless.”
“I
know, thank you,” she mutters unhappily.
Turning
to me, he says, “Now that things are clear, I hope you will forgive me if I
part company with you.”
“Jake
...” I start to say. I have so many questions, but he’s not inclined to answer
them.
“I’ve
had my share of disappointments today. I don’t want to hear why you thought
impersonating my employee would be a good idea. You could have simply explained
why you came to my office. The fact that you developed such a ruse only tells
me one thing—I can’t trust you. And if yo
