Uncovering You: The Contract

Chapter Fifteen

(Five months ago)

It’s May. The sun is bright and the birds are singing.

But campus feels like a graveyard.

Today is the final day of exams. Everywhere you look, sleep-deprived students are trudging to and fro like cattle. The lucky few who had their last exams last week have long since abandoned campus.

Not me. Lilly Ryder is one of the zombies.

Fey is chattering in my ear. She is one of the only people I see with a smile on her face. It’s been plastered on there ever since Robin proposed last weekend.

She said, “Yes.”

“Lilly. Lilly, are you even listening to me?”

“Huh? What? I…” I shake my head. “No.”

She makes an annoyed click with her tongue. “I said, since Robin’s parents live in Oregon, when I go there this summer, we’ll take a road trip down the coast and visit you.” She beams. “Isn’t that great?”

I fake a smile. Normally, I’d be thrilled with her exuberance. But, today my mind is full of worry.

After today’s exam, I have exactly two hours to pack and rush to the airport. The little commuter plane will carry me to Logan International, where I have to run—no, outright sprint—to get on my connecting flight to San Francisco.

Even if I end up being seated next to a mother and her bawling baby, the six-hour flight will be a blessed relief from the GO-GO-GO bustle I’ve endured on campus for the past two weeks.

April was a whirlwind. I won the Barker Prize. Officially, the prestige of it is reward enough, but one unspoken perk—that I only learned of after I had accepted the certificate—is that winning puts you on the radar of the best consulting firms in the country.

In the span of one week, I received three different, unsolicited internship offers from the most prestigious firms in America. Forget Bain and McKinsey. These were firms where the only way in is if you are a son or daughter of a managing partner.

To say I was blinded by the offers is an understatement.

I had never considered a summer internship before. I had always preferred to work at some minimal wage outfit that would let my mind lie fallow during the precious summer months. Flipping burgers might not offer ideal working conditions, but I needed the time to recharge for another year of school.

The first two offers I rejected immediately because they demanded too many hours. But the third… the third caught my eye.

It came from a boutique firm called Corfu Consulting. It was in glorious, sunny Palo Alto. I would be set up with a team in charge of creating new advertising campaigns for the richest companies in the world.

I’ve never had a chance to flex my creative muscles before. The internship was everything I aspired toward. I would work with a professional team consisting of brilliant people. I would have a chance to apply my psychology education in the real world.

I pride myself on understanding people. I pride myself on knowing what makes them tick. I could channel all the insights I’ve gleaned from both my studies and from real life into creating the best advertising campaign the firm has ever seen.

In short, the third offer was perfect.

But accepting came with its own set of challenges. Suddenly, I was responsible not only for my six college course, but also for planning and officially signing my summer contract. I received phone calls from people at the firm congratulating me. Two Yale alumni who were former employees took me to dinner. And I had to write out an entire acceptance speech for the Barker Prize…

I did that the morning of the awards ceremony.

To say that I feel like I’ve been trampled by a herd of cows is an understatement.

“Well, aren’t you excited?” Fey prompts.

“Thrilled,” I sigh.

She stops and takes my arm, turning me toward her. “Lilly.” She says my name with conviction. “Are you sure the pressure’s not getting to you? You’ve always worked so hard. You deserve a break. This summer doesn’t have to be about work for you, you know. Think about it—this is the last summer we have as kids before the responsibilities of the real world come crashing down on our shoulders. Maybe we can go backpacking across Europe instead—just you, me, and Sonja? My parents will happily pay—”

“No.” I stop her. “Fey, I can’t take any more of their money. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Come on! They love you. That’s what family friends are for. Remember New Year’s?”

I do. Fey’s parents invited me and Sonja to visit, then surprised us by an all-expenses paid trip to Whistler, British Columbia, for a week-long ski trip. Sonja and I had no idea it was coming. We suspect Fey knew.

“Yes,” I say, “and I still feel rotten about not being able to pay them back yet.”

Fey makes that irritated noise again. “How many times do I have to tell you? You don’t owe them anything. Family friends do that sort of thing for each other.”

“Not where I come from,” I mutter. Fey frowns, and I quickly continue, “I can’t back off now, Fey. I need the money to pay off my loans. Can you imagine how bad it’ll be if eighty percent of my salary goes toward them for five, hell, even ten years after graduating? At least this way I’ll get a head start.”

Fey chews the inside of her lip in thought.

“Okay,” she says finally. “I know how determined you are to make it on your own.” She squeezes me in a quick hug. “But if anything goes wrong, I want to be the first person you call, understand?”

“I promise,” I smile.