Chapter 17

After my final interview for the senior vice president position, I received a message from Peyton. [Mom, are you free tomorrow afternoon? I'd like to talk.] I checked my schedule. [I'm free after three. Come to my apartment.] Peyton arrived on time the following afternoon. She brought a box of lemon cake with a little frosting smeared on the packaging. "I baked it myself," she said. "It's my first try, so it might be a little sour." "You hated lemons when you were little." "That was when...