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years). And I have to give it to her, Scheduling Pro does sound like a real program, if only sort of obvious and convenient.
    "Ha. Well, very good, then." I nod. "Quite good." (I apparently become semi-British and very well mannered when I'm feeling suspicious. Also, I kind of just want her to leave so we can call these references and check the internet for Scheduling Pro.)
    Em gets my hint and stands, holding her hand out. "Thanks so much for coming in, Kaylee. We'll do some work calling references and then give you a ring when we've come to a decision."
    Kaylee smiles and nods, taking Em's hand and then shaking mine before leaving, tiny bracelets ringing away.
    When she leaves, Em and I collapse into our chairs and just stare at the wall for a full five seconds before I say, "So..."
    "Yeah..." Em shakes her head, but then sucks in a deep breath and says, "But she looks SO good on paper."
    "True. Gosh, but she seemed to know less than anyone I've ever met."
    "Uh, yeah." Em raises her eyebrows. Then she scrunches her mouth together and to the right. "Say it was just nerves, though. What could it hurt calling her references?"
    I tip my head to the side. "I mean, she is working with Andrew. He's like some sort of job coach. So that would make sense that she's not great at interviewing." I nod. "Okay. Let's give it a try."
    We split up; Em ends up taking two since my call to Dr. Hillman takes so dang long. And when we meet back at the table a mere half hour later, the smiles are back on our faces and Em's elbows are all squeezy once more.
    "They loved her," I say.
    "Same with my two. Oh, and Scheduling Pro is an actual thing. A doctor's office thing."
    I blink. "Alright. I guess she's in then."
    Em sighs. "That was easy. I'll go call her!" She stands up and pads away to her desk.
    I take a few moments to Google her name on my phone, but it comes up with literally nothing, not even a Facebook account. No judgments, though. I get that some people aren't into the whole social media scene and thinking as a boss, not having to worry about her wasting work time online sounds like a plus.
    When Em comes back a few minutes later, she tells me Kaylee accepted. So that's that. I can start on the paperwork tomorrow.
    We make our way back onto the floor, turn our music back on, and resume groaning about the damn directions for these pieces we're trying to build.
    "So besides her being a bit nervous, Andrew seems to have pulled through for us." Em looks up at me after a few minutes.
    "Yeah. He kinda did, didn't he?"
    "So cute and helpful. And he has your number." She raises her eyebrows.
    "He took it for Kaylee, not himself." I roll my eyes at her. "Plus, you know I instigated a dating moratorium after I broke up with Tom. At least until we get this place up and running."
    "Oh yeah." Now it's her turn for an eye roll. "I must've forgotten since it's stupid."
    I narrow my eyes at her and motion around us. "I need to be focused on all of this, Em. We're opening in a couple weeks and while we're on track, I don't want to get distracted. I really don't think I could do both a business opening and a relationship opening at the same time and do them both well. Joel told me my parents are having money problems or something, so I really need to start making some cash so I can pay them back. Plus, Andrew and I are kind of involved on a business level now that we're going to hire Kaylee and he works with her." I punctuate my point with a smile, happy to have found another reason I should stay away from Andrew, one that Em won't be able to make fun of, hopefully.
    Em nods. "Alright. Alright." She puts her hands up. "You are Mrs. Focus." Unfortunately when Em says the nickname, it sounds akin to a type of disease. Very different from the flashy, flourished way I hear it in my head. "Who knows, maybe he'll still be available when you're ready. From what you've told me about him, he seems different than the other guys you've dated."
    "He is." I squinty