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And unleashed all over the carpet.

A collective chorus of “Ewww!”s rose from the other people who had gathered to Cari’s frantic call. Lex couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. Her vision started to cloud…

Jerry coughed and spit.

Lex dashed to the bathroom.

Lex sat outside on a curb in the parking lot. The feeble sun warmed her head and made her straight hair feel like a helmet. She took another deep breath, and smelled blessed nothing. Nothing strong, that is. A whiff of mowed grass, a tingle of mulchy earth, a tease of something flowery, but mostly just fresh, unscented air. Nothing to cause her volcanic stomach to erupt again.

She stared at the ants weaving circles around her shoe soles. She wasn’t a very good ant worker at this startup company. She wondered if ant queens were anything like unreasonable Everett or Anna’s moody manager.

Maybe she ought to qu -

No, that was bad. Shouldn’t she be content? I have learned the secret of being content in each and every circumstance…

Lex wondered if Paul ever had to endure an illogical argument with Peter like Lex had with Everett. Peter must have been a more reasonable guy, right?

No, she needed patient endurance. She had to run the race. She had to love her enemies.

She needed a stronger stomach.

She should just qu -Don’t say it!

Chirping. Chirping. Strange-sounding bird… Oh! Her cell phone.

“Hello?”

“Lex, it’s Chester.”

Her cousin rarely ever called her. “What’s up?”

“I’m going to make you smile today, coz. There’s a job opening here.”

“Shut up! No way. For what position?”

“Uh…”

Oh great. “Don’t try to lie to me, Chester.”

“Receptionist.”

Lex groaned. “How much pay?”

“Minimum wage.”

What a pay cut. But still – a rare opening at SPZ! Even if SPZ wasn’t one of the hottest new dot coms in Silicon Valley, Lex had only ever dreamed of working at the sports website mecca of North America. Sports, all day, every day. High school, college, and pro.

Stats galore. It made Lex’s head spin.

Could she be a receptionist? Just the thought made her cringe a little. Wearing makeup and nice suits and being polite to stupid people? Like Lex didn’t already have to be nice to stu – er, difficult people. “It’s a foot in the door, right, Chester?”

“Sure. Except for some internal shuffling, SPZ hasn’t hired anyone since last July. And Lex, you’re going to owe me big time – I know the hiring manager personally.”

“I’ll email you my résumé tonight.”

“Turn that thing down!” Lex leaned back in her chair to holler through the kitchen door into the living room. The TV volume didn’t move.

She sounded off. “Dad! Richard!”

“Okay, okay.” Her older brother Richard slid off the couch and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. The sound of the basketball game lowered a miniscule decibel.

Lex stared at her archaic laptop. She pushed her chair back so she could lean her forearms on the kitchen table, and the metal feet shuddered against the cracked linoleum.

“Education: San Jose State University…”

The commentator’s voice cut through her concentration. “Whoa!

What a shot by Kobe Bryant. The Lakers are up by three…”

“Major: Electrical engineering…”

“Can you feel the heat? Suns tie…”

“Work experience… City Beach Volleyball Club: Receptionist…” She didn’t have to put down that they fired her after two days, right?

“Four seconds left, and oh! That foul must’ve hurt…”

“Manufacturing Engineer at Pear Technology for two years…”

“And he missed the second free throw! The Suns have a chance for the playoffs!”

“Ooh, ooh – ” Lex jumped up from her chair and darted into the living room. She had to see this. She caught Steve Nash sending a beautiful shot sailing through the air, the flicker of camera flashes…

“He did it! Suns win!”

Lex and Dad roared and pumped victory fists while Richard moaned and sank lower into the sagging couch.

Lex stepped on something soft as she turned back to the kitchen. Richard’s dirty socks, which he’d pulled off when he arrived at the house earlier tonight. “Richard, you’ve got three other pairs in the corner.” Lex nodded to a stack of gray socks by the end of the couch. She kicked the ones under her feet in his direction too.

“Oh, good. I’m running out.”

“And you can’t do laundry here, the washer’s being a pain. Do it at your apartment.”

“The laundry room charges two bucks!”

“Not my problem.” Lex walked back into the kitchen.

Her gaze fell on the stack of plates and cups in the sink. She turned around to shout back into the living room. “And wash your dishes before you leave tonight!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I mean it!”

“Dad dirtied dishes too.”

“And Dad’s usually the one who washes yours! Wash your own dishes tonight!”

“Is it that time of the month?”

“I don’t have to cook for you on Sunday, you know.”

Richard’s groan meant he’d do the dishes. Pizza and Chinese takeout got old fast for a bachelor living by himself.

Lex sat at the table again and touched the trackpad.

Nothing. The mouse arrow didn’t move.

“No! No no no no no!”

“Whatcha doing?” Richard sauntered into the kitchen and sat in the chair next to her. His arm brushed hers, and she twitched away.

“Résumé. At least, I was until the computer froze.” She tried a few keystrokes.

“You finally quit from Pear?”

“Not yet.” Lex glowered at the unchanging screen.

“Which company is this for?”

Lex pounded a key over and over. “SPZ.”

“Whoa! Doing what? I’m the programmer – I should be the one applying.”

Lex shot him a wicked look. “Oh, you’d be perfect for the position.” She did a hard restart of the laptop.

He knew her too well. His excited expression shifted to guarded and wary. “What position? Lemme guess. Janitor?”

“No, this is more in your line, since you’re so chaaahming.” Lex fluttered nonexistent lashes like his most recent psycho ex-girlfriend had done.

Richard closed his eyes and exhaled low in his throat. “Give it up already. She went back to China. What’s the position for?”

“Receptionist.”

Richard coughed. “You? Receptionist? Miss I-don’t-want-to-hear-your-problems?”

“Hey, it’s at SPZ, baby! And I can’t stay at Pear anymore.”

“You’re finally admitting it? You’ve been keeping your goodChristian-girl stiff upper lip for two years.”

“Can you not knock my faith for just one second?”

“Okay, okay. So what’s making you think of quitting?”

“The Gorgon admin. Cari the Princess. The Gossip Twins. Everett the Super Swine. Jerry the Drunk.”

“You do nothing but monku-monku-monku about those people. The difference today was…?”

Lex didn’t want to relive the horror. “I realized I’d never want to meet anyone those people knew.”

“Meet? What?” Richard’s slashing brows met above his stern nose.

Uh, oh. Her big mouth. Much as she loved Richard, no way could she tell him about Grandma’s ultimatum. “I was going to ask for the names of real-estate agents they’ve used, but they were so impossible that I realized I didn’t want their recommendations. Then Chester called, and I thought, ‘I should just quit and work someplace I’d actually want to be.’ ”

“It’s a pay cut, right?”

“But think about it. It’s SPZ. The single largest sports presence on the net. It’s like the iPod of the sports world. How much better can you get?”