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you’d left for your interview,” she said as she looked up from her World History book.
    “I did, but my car won’t start. Can I borrow yours?”
    She screwed up her face and chewed on her bottom lip.
    “I don’t know, Katie. My dad told me to never let anyone else drive my car.”
    I tried not to let my impatience and frustration show. I knew she let her friends drive her car all the time.
    “Please, Mandy, this is important. This interview could decide whether or not I get to stay in school.”
    She sighed. “Okay, I guess I can let you borrow it just this once.”
    I shuffled from one foot to the other, resisting the urge to hurry her up as she dragged herself off the bed and loped over to her desk to rummage through her purse.
    “Now where are they?”
    After what seemed like forever she pulled them from the bottom of her purse and tossed then to me.
    “Here you go. Now be careful!”
    “I will!” I shouted as I ran down the dorm corridor. I knew without looking at my watch that I was late. I hoped that I hadn’t botched the interview before I even arrived.
    ***
    When I pulled up to the gate bearing the address I’d been given, I marveled at the fact that I couldn’t even see the house from where my car sat. Huge trees lined the drive that curved up a hill and disappeared around a curve. I could see a large green expanse of closely trimmed lawn and quite a few beds of colorful flowers.
    Rolling down the window, I hit the buzzer attached to an intercom beside the gate.
    “Yes?”
    “My name is Katie Darling. Ms. Henderson sent me for an interview.”
    After a moment of anxious silence, the voice in the box squawked, “You may leave your car in front of the house.”
    The gate trundled open, each heavy side rolling open with surprising quietness. I drove my car through them and surveyed the beautiful grounds as I approached the house. When it finally came into view, my mouth gaped open. Holy crap! I could probably have fit at least fifty, if not more, of my parents’ old house into the mansion that sprawled before me. Talk about some serious money.
    I did as instructed and parked the car on the drive in front of the lavish door which marked the front entrance to the house. Windows surrounded both sides and the top, but they were frosted to maintain privacy. Instead of the expected doorbell, there was a heavy brass door knocker attached to the bright, red door. I lifted it and slammed it against the door three times, hearing the echo booming inside the house as I did so.
    The door opened quickly to reveal a butler attired in formal uniform, complete with tails. His lips pursed in distaste at the sight of Mandy’s car. I cringed. If her car made him look that way, I’d hate to see how he’d react to my several years older clunker.
    “Come in please.”
    I followed him into a large entry way with a marbled tile floor and rich, wooden walls which were adorned with ornate mirrors and framed art that probably cost more than I would make in my lifetime.
    “Wait here while I see if Mr. Weatherton is ready for you.”
    I nodded and stood still while he disappeared down the hall. As each second ticked by, I felt more and more anxious. I didn’t belong in this fancy hall of this hulking mansion, and I could see my future at college fading away.
    The butler walked so quietly that I didn’t realize he’d returned until he spoke, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
    “He will see you now. Follow me.”
    He led me down the hall and around a bend until we reached a set of large wooden double doors. Motioning me forward, the butler opened one of the massive doors, and I stepped inside.
    The room was smaller than I expected, but no less lavish because of it. No ornate mirrors adorned the walls here. Instead, the room held floor to ceiling mirrored display cases full of various trophies and pictures on one side wall and a floor to ceiling bookcase filled with books on the other. 
    A long, leather couch sat against