Nadia Lee

“What’s the meaning of this? I thought you could do math better.”

The shield that never fails to go up every time somebody questions my competence snaps into position. “Of course. I studied math in college.”

He looks at me up and down. “Where? Five-dollar-diploma-dot-com?”

When Emmett first started texting me for jewelry or fashion advice—within a month of my starting at GrantEm—I subtly asked Marjorie if he did the same with her. Maybe he was using me for a second opinion.

But nope. Marjorie has never been asked. Just me. Aren’t I special, hahaha.

When I requested that he quit asking me, he said he couldn’t. Apparently, I have excellent taste and he wants my input.

–Me: The diamonds. They sparkle more.

–Emmett: So sparkly wins?

–Me: Yes.

Can I go now? I add silently.

–Emmett: Thanks. :)

Jesus, look at that smiley face. It’s more destructive than a hydrogen bomb.