And Calvin had shrugged it off completely. "If the deal fell through, that's because you weren't good enough. Why are you blaming Corinne? Just find another job."
Now I wanted to see—if Corinne ruined Calvin's chance at passing the exam, would he still be so indifferent?
I narrowed my eyes slightly and smiled.
"Don't come into our room this afternoon. There's something important for work."
Something malicious flickered in Corinne's eyes. She nodded.
That afternoon, Calvin was halfway through his interview when Corinne kicked the door open, speaker blasting, and launched into a folk dance routine.
Seconds later, the interviewer's voice came through Calvin's computer:
"Interview failed."
Calvin shot to his feet and roared at Corinne.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
The moment Corinne saw it was Calvin, she shut off the speaker.
"Calvin? I thought—where's Queenie?"
I closed my laptop, having just finished a call about the baby, and stepped out of the adjacent room.
"Right here. Corinne, didn't I tell you not to come into our room? Today was Calvin's civil service interview."
Calvin clutched his throbbing head.