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work—such a pleasant environment. We were all undergrads, constantly stressed. We were all, in our own way, dealing with mountains of assignments and tests and extra curriculars and deadlines. I was not the only one who worked hard. Far from it.
    They were selling us the American Dream: Work hard. Keep your head down, and you’ll succeed. Oh yeah, and you’re in an institution that the rest of the world recognizes as the best, so you’d better not let us down.
    Thousands of kids applied to Yale and got rejected. I just had a bit better grades in high school. That’s all.
    So I have to stop thinking of myself as being capable of more. I can’t focus on two things at a time. Not while trying to achieve what I really want to.
    And so, Jeremy has to be the sole focus in my life. I can’t be sad about losing Fey.
    Self-pity is the most dangerous emotion.
    I exhale and get up. Now I just wait for Jeremy to return, and take things from there.
    Just like I wanted.
    I’m surprised, however, when I find a small slip of paper under my door. I pick it up. It reads:
     
    Fey is still mad, and I am, too. But unlike her, I think I understand. If you every truly need any help, you can come to me.I won’t shut you out.
    Robin
     
    My heart melts, just a little bit, when I read that note.
    But then my natural instincts kick in. He says he “understands.” Understands what? How much does he know? How much has his research revealed? Damn, I wish I’d had the foresight to talk to him about it all before engineering the blowup with Fey. But that happened as a spur-of-the-moment decision. I anticipated making time, this evening, to wring all I could out of Robin. Before we all met Jeremy.
    At least this way, the meaning is no longer a concern. Yet I still wish I had more information. I wish I knew exactly what Robin had uncovered. Malpractice at Stonehart Industries? I don’t doubt that. Jeremy Stonehart is a ruthless man. If his treatment of me—before the pronouncement of his feelings—was any indication of the things he’s capable of commissioning in the business world, then I can’t even fathom how rotten Stonehart Industries could be at its very core.
    Is that my concern? Perhaps. The company is as much an extension of Jeremy as any appendage he possesses. It might help me understand the things he is capable of.
    Then again, don’t I have a very real understanding of all those things? I have direct, personal, intimate experience of all of them. It’s not like there exist many cruelties worse than what he’s already done to me.
    I cut off that line of thinking. Those are poisonous thoughts. I’m not about to dwell on the past again. I won’t forget. I’ll never forget. But, I won’t let those memories define me today.
    I tuck Robin’s note away. I debate disposing of it. But then I think better of it. My initial impulse is to worry about what Jeremy might think if he found it. But a bit of reflection tells me that it might serve as proof, in Jeremy’s eyes, that I managed to get rid of Fey and Robin without having the meeting. Just in case it’s needed. I won’t show him otherwise.
    I look at the clock. It’s nearly eight. Jeremy’s deadline is four hours away. I’m almost as nervous about that as anything else. I know it’s important to him—even if I know nothing about what the acquisition actually is. Since it’s important to him, by extension, it’s important to me. Success or failure could determine his mood for the next week. Maybe more.
    I go and find my phone: the one I vowed not to use until Jeremy swore the restrictions were off. Oh, the irony behind that line of reasoning!
    I turn it on. It boots up lightning fast. I wait to see if there are texts, or messages from Jeremy. There are none.
    I send him one of my own, keeping it purposefully cryptic:
    Fey and Robin are dealt with. I will wait for you return.
    As I start putting my phone away, it buzzes with a new text.
    Good. I trust you. I am glad