Sandy threw a folded piece of paper onto Elle’s lap as soon as she saw her. “Congrats,” she mumbled around the Mars bar she was stuffing into her mouth.
Elle scowled at her best friend. “Manners, please! How could you open my letter without my permission?”
She shrugged. “I do it all the time. It’s no big deal.”
Elle ignored her and unfolded the piece of paper, reading it. A smile spread across her face. Just the week before, she had found a small French bistro that had recently experienced a boom in business and placed an opening for an assistant chef. The letter said they’d give her a trial period of two weeks and if she could keep up with their standards, the job was hers.
“This is such great news! I must have missed their email. Let’s go out and celebrate.”
Sandy snorted. “Nice tr
