Twenty-Five
I pull my shirt straight and run my hands through my hair before knocking on Councilor Starkweather’s office door. There was a letter from her on my kitchen table this morning requesting my presence at an interview this afternoon. I knew Tora was right when she said they’d offer me a job; I just didn’t think it would be this soon. Tora said it would be appropriate for me to wear a dress to my interview, but after my super-tight, super-puffy experiences at the Seelie Court, I’m done with dresses. Instead, I transformed a simple, long-sleeved T-shirt into a shirt with buttons and a collar to go with my pants—and I did a pretty good job.
Councilor Starkweather makes small talk about my visit to the Seelie Court for several minutes before arriving at the reason for this meeting.
