Luella’s resumé was a minimalist one-pager. It looked almost sad. “What do you think?” she prompted, looking expectantly at Jonas.
He was frowning. “How are you going to get yourself hired with credentials like this?” He pointed to the space between the Education and Character References sections, which only contained a horizontal line.
“Pleasing personality. And I’m good at doing what I’m told.”
“Is this seriously scented?” Eli asked, sniffing his copy.
Luella’s smile never left her face. “Took a page from Legally Blonde.”
Only Ruvie seemed to look convinced, nodding in satisfaction. “I like it. No one’s going to care about the average pretty-faced girl with no ambition.” She grinned. “Talk about hiding in plain sight.”
“Just be careful you don’t let your smarts show, girl,” Eli reminded. “If the boys find out you’re really from MIT, they’ll get seriously discouraged.”
Luella’s expression turned serious. “You know what’s at stake here,” she rebuked, but not unkindly. “The mission’s all there is. We’ve got no room for distractions.”
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.