“Working toward an accounting degree.”
“Yes, sir,” Adrienne said carefully.
“For a while now.
It’s slow, around Taylor’s schedule.”
He slid the blue folder across the table.
“There’s an opening in our internal auditing department.
Full-time, full benefits, a real salary, and hours flexible enough to work around a child.
Entry-level — you’d learn as you go, and you’d have support.” He met her eyes.
“I want to be clear that this is not charity.
Charity would insult you, and it would waste my time.
I’m offering it because on the worst night of my year, when everyone in a tuxedo was busy protecting themselves, you were the one person in the room who acted with integrity and nerve and a completely level head.
That is a rarer thing than a degree.
The degree, you can finish here.”
Adrienne looked at the folder and could not immediately speak.