Chapter 2 - THE ANONYMOUS OBSERVER"Why me?" I asked, my heart hammering. "I didn't have an internship. I worked at a grocery store."

He leaned against his mahogany desk, his eyes searching mine. "You had a 4.0 GPA, you tutored children for free, and you are arguably the most disciplined person I’ve ever seen in a resume. I don’t like wasted potential, Emily."
He didn't mention the phone call. I felt a sudden, inexplicable shiver. He knew everything about me—even the things I hadn't put on my application.