“Oh, you’ll double my current salary?” He nods and I’m positive he’s totally serious. “Okay,” I say. “I accept the position.” His eyes go wide. “Really?” “Yep.” I lean forward, rubbing my hands together. “Now, as my first act as your Director of Operations, I’m firing myself, effective immediately.” “Why?” he grunts. “I’m way overpaid.” “Tess…” “What? Don’t try and cover up one bad financial decision with another one. Mars, you don’t want me as your director anyway. I don’t know a damn thing about sea turtles.”
