“WELL . . .” I was sweating, literally sweating, because this was the make-it-or-break-it moment. And I needed this—like really, really, needed this. “Noel, open the email. Waiting isn’t going to change the response.” I narrowed my eyes at Simone, my very best friend, who, at the moment, was being a pain in my— “Give me that,” she demanded. Before I was able to object, she
