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saying? You should talk to him.”
    “I already did. We’ll be fine.” The plane seems to steady a bit. “See. Already the air is improving.” He hands me my iPad again. “You keep throwing this at me.”
    “I’m a thrower. I got it from my mother. Stepfathers numbers two and four have stitches she gave them.”
    “I think I should be scared.”
    “Just don’t piss me off.”
    “I’m pretty sure I already have.”
    “You have,” I assure him. “But seeing you at my place of work had me too flustered to throw things.”
    “I guess I got lucky.”
    I swipe the screen to make sure it works, bringing the MCAT study guide to life on my screen. “Thankfully it still works.”
    “So it’s true.”
    “What’s true?”
    “You’re going to med school in six months.”
    “How did you know that?”
    “You don’t keep it a secret and I have a way of getting people to talk.”
    The plane jerks and tension curls in my belly. “Yes. I’m going to medical school. I guess that makes me disposable.”
    “As far as I’m concerned, it makes you more valuable. You might be loyal to Meredith and the other employees, but you aren’t trying to jockey for some corporate position either.”
    Relief washes over me. “No. Of course not. I never intended to be where I’m at now. I came in as a temp and just clicked with Meredith.”
    “Why leave in six months, instead of last year or next year?”
    “That’s when I’ll feel like I can go to school full time and not work.”
    “In New York?”
    “Yes. Well, I hope so. I was accepted right out of college, and in-state tuition is a must for me. I need to retake the MCAT next month and reapply though, since it’s been so long. I’m hopeful that means starting school in January, but it could get pushed back depending on admissions backlog, in which case, I’ll keep working.”
    “Even with in-state tuition, medical school isn’t cheap and neither is living in New York.”
    “My father left me a trust fund and my grandmother left me her apartment.”
    “What did your father do for a living?”
    “Doctor.”
    “Of course,” he says. “And your mother?”
    “She was his nurse. Now, she’s traveling with my stepfather.”
    “Stepfather number four.”
    “Yes.”
    “And you’re making me glad my stepfather is the one and only for the past decade.”
    “I’m glad my number one didn’t stay around. Actually, I haven’t been fond of any of them. I think my mother picks men as opposite from my father as possible and everything she really wants in a man. I’m not sure if it’s intentional or some psychological thing. And I really don’t know why I’m telling you this. I don’t talk about it.”
    The plane jerks and he moves to the seat in front of me, buckling himself in. “It’s keeping your mind off the turbulence.”
    “And you have a way of making people talk,” I say, reminding him of his comment.
    “I do,” he agrees, studying me a moment. “So thanks to a strong financial position, you could walk away from this job at any moment.”
    It’s not a question, but my instant unease has me answering. “If I want to put off medical school longer, yes, but I don’t.” I hesitate and add, “But please know this. If I need to walk away to spare someone else’s job who really needs to feed their family, I will.”
    “Like I already said. If I walk away from the board, I won’t be around to make that decision. But your friend Katie would be advised to make peace with her manager, who will be the one to submit a list of who stays and who goes for his department.”
    “You’re thinking she’s a bad employee, but she’s not. She’s a hard worker and she loves her job. She’s just alone in this world and her boyfriend is confusing her.”
    “Too many people depend on me for me to be distracted by my personal life. Exactly why I keep things simple.”
    Either he’s not married or he’s a total jerk. I don’t know which, but more and more I