My fingers brushed my silver wristwatch as I unlocked the screen and opened the saved email folder where I kept the promotion letter from Oak Street Dental.

I walked past Seth, ignoring the hand he raised to block me, and held the glowing screen right in front of Heather.

“Read the second paragraph,” I told her.

Heather squinted at the text, her brow furrowing as she read Dr.

Bennett’s message offering me the position of office manager, starting Monday morning at eight o’clock, with a salary of fifty-two thousand dollars a year.

Her face went pale under the harsh fluorescent hallway lights.