“You won’t let him down. You’re the hardest worker in any room, don’t even pretend otherwise. They’re going to try and offer you a job at the end of the summer, just wait and see.” Uncomfortable with the sudden surge of support, I shift a little in my chair. I am not one who seeks attention, and Atlas isn’t usually one to give me any. He notices my discomfort and smirks. “And now you know how I feel when you call me beautiful,” he says. “That is the truth.”
