Rory’s POV
I bite my nails nervously as I sit in the driver’s seat of Margot’s car, my friend, having allowed me to borrow her vehicle, citing that I needed to impress in every way if I wanted this job.
Now that I’m outside, looking up at the Hawks training ground, I’m having serious second thoughts about whether I do want this job. I don’t even know what the job is, the email didn’t say it just thanked me for applying and asked me to be here today at two pm to meet with a manager!
I stare at the lock built into Margot’s dashboard, my knee bouncing as I try to decide whether to listen to my fight or flight response that has kicked in.
‘Come on Rory’ I mutter, ‘you need this job, do you really want to be mooching off your best friend in Boston just because you were worried about how you
