“What am I going to do without you, Ayala?” She said it with a laugh, but Ayala jumped at the opening
Ayala carefully rolled the silk skirt she’d worn to the Schiller meeting and placed it in her suitcase. What a pointless purchase that had turned out to be; as if classy clothing could make up for pathetic sales skills.
She placed five folded weekday tops next to it, frowning. Dini had responded kindly to her email: Don’t worry about it. It was your first time, it’s normal to get nervous. Shuki’s planning a trip soon anyway. He’ll meet with Schiller and see if he can salvage this.
She’d almost have preferred Dini had taken her down for royally messing up. It wouldn’t have made her feel quite so incompetent.
“Knock, knock,” her mother sang, walking into Ayala’s room. She eyed the open suitcase on the floor and her brows creased. “I thought your flight’s tomorrow.”
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