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Anne straightened her pencil line skirt, tugged down her navy blue blazer, and fixed a fake smile on her face before walking into the interview room. “Mr. Michaels?”

“You must be Anne James.” A middle aged man with crazy curly brown hair touched with gray rose to his feet. She looked at the shoulder pads of his black suit. Not a crease in it. Expensive. The tie had a large swirl down the center. No pattern, the silk carefully cut. Also expensive.

She tried to casually brush her sweating palms against her skirt before extending them. A solid, powerful handshake, connecting fully.

“Please sit.” He indicated the guest chair. She demurely crossed her feet at the ankles as she had practiced. “So you’re looking for a summer placement with our little venture capital firm.”

Little? It was one of the best in the country. “I believe I can add value to MM&M Ventures.”

An eyebrow rose. “How so?”

“I’m young, enthusiastic…” she counted off.

“Untrained, inexperienced,” he countered.

“A benefit, sir.” She gave him a smile. “I don’t have any bad habits. I bring a youth perspective. I’m familiar with the innovations coming out of colleges, the solar project, for example.”

He leaned forward, hands interlaced. “What are your thoughts on that?”

Anne was prepared for this.  “Commercialization is years away. There is no real push for an alternative to gas power.”

He nodded, pleased. “Unless oil prices increase.”

“Unless oil prices increase,” she agreed. “Do you think they will?”

“If I gave you my opinion, what will you do with that information?”

This was a trick question, Anne knew. “It isn’t confidential?”

“No.”

“Then I would verify it with my own sources.” That got a smile from him. “And if that works out, take action on it, either go long or short” with her father’s help “depending on direction.”

“You’ve shorted commodities before?”

“No.” She was honest. “But I know people who have and I’ll learn.”

“You could lose money.”

“All part of learning, sir.” She hadn’t that much to lose.

He eyed her for a moment, she resisted the urge to squirm, and then he groaned. “You’re going to lose me money, aren’t you, James?”

“Likely, sir.” She would make mistakes.

Mr. Michaels shook his head. “Anything else?”

The interview was done? He didn’t want to talk about her marks or her previous summer jobs? “I want this position, Mr. Michaels. I’ll be the best summer student you’ve ever hired.”

His eyes crinkled as he stood to see her out. “We’ll see.”

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“I feel terrible.” Anne paced around Stanley’s bedroom, wringing her hands. “Here Fawn is, going through all this, and we made her life even more miserable.”

“We didn’t know, Annie Bananie,” but her flippant friend sounded abashed.

“And” Ginny shrugged. “She didn’t want us to know. Why didn’t she want us to know? Why didn’t she want TED to know?”

Anne glanced at the doorway. Nancy, wanting some privacy, had stepped outside to use the payphone to call Ted. She didn’t want her to overhear this speculation. Because that was all it was. They didn’t truly know what was going on in Fawn’s pretty head. “You think?”

Big raspberry. “Well, duh. She said as much. A girl like Fawn isn’t going to raise a child alone.”

Stanley’s eyes lit up. “Looking for a baby daddy?”

“It could have worked too.” Ginny sounded like she had seen this all before. “If she had gotten Ted interested in her as more than a friend. He doesn’t seem the type to…”

“The type to what?” Nancy re-appeared, her face pale.

“Ummm…” Ginny bit her lip.

“The type to walk away from responsibilities.” Anne didn’t think there was any reason to hide this. Ted wasn’t that type. Anyone could see that. “If he thought he was responsible which he clearly wasn’t.”

“No.” Nancy plopped down on the bed, sounding exhausted. “He wasn’t. Fawn is going back home. She’s going to tell her Mom. But if that doesn’t go well, Ted’s parents offered to help.”

Anne wasn’t surprised. It made sense that a nice person like Ted would have nice parents.

“Oh, and Annie?” Nancy pushed a short auburn curl out of her eyes.

“Yes?”

“There’s been an…” A pause. “Accident with your computer monitor.”

Now. Of all times. Right before finals. She rubbed a hand over her face. “What kind of accident?”

“There might be…” Nancy wouldn’t meet her eyes. “A shoe heel through it.”
And here Anne was, feeling sorry for Fawn.

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Don’t mess with Ginny.

Anne made that mental note as her sister once again cut Fawn down to size. It was going well, she supposed, feeling guilt over the plan. Stanley had recruited some of his ‘friends’ to shower attention on Ginny, ignoring Fawn. Interestingly, other men did the same.

Lemmings. Anne didn’t think much of such weak men.

But those weak men were contributing to the plan. Standing with their broad backs to her. Nancy and her busy hands were distracting the ever considerate Ted, leaving Fawn pushed to the side.

She wasn’t liking that. Anne read it in her pinched lips and her stiff posture. The woman was miserable.

Anne fought her need to console the woman. She wouldn’t appreciate it, not from the roommate she despised and…

Stanley ‘accidentally’ bumped into Fawn, spilling his drink on her bare arm.

“Watch where you’re going, you f**kin’ fairy!” spewed from those perfect pink lips.

Shocked silence. All around them.

Ted’s eyes were wide. Like he had never heard that language from his friend. Anne had. Plenty of times. Usually directed at her.

“Fawn.”

“No.” A manicured finger lifted. “Don’t you f**kin’ dare lecture me, Mister High And Mighty. Standing over there playing footsies with that trailer trash tramp of yours. All you had to do was…”

“Tramp?” Nancy broke in, her face red. “You have the nerve to call me a…”

“Nance.” Anne stepped between them. “I don’t think…”

“Obviously.” Bitterness from Fawn. “Look at your f**kin’ hair.”

“Fawn.” Ted tried again.

“No.” She slung her purse over her shoulder. “I’m out of here. I don’t need you, Ted. I thought I did but I don’t. I’ll find another father for…” And then she broke off, realizing she had said too much.

Before they could react, she was gone.

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