I Was Told It Would Get Easier by Abbi Waxman

I Was Told It Would Get Easier

I Was Told It Would Get Easier by Abbi Waxman
English | 2020 | Women’s Fiction, Chick-lit | ePUB | 2.3 MB

Jessica and Emily Burnstein have very different ideas of how this college tour should go.
For Emily, it’s a preview of freedom, exploring the possibility of her new and more exciting future. Not that she’s sure she even wants to go to college, but let’s ignore that for now. And maybe the other kids on the tour will like her more than the ones at school. . . . They have to, right?
For Jessica, it’s a chance to bond with the daughter she seems to have lost. They used to be so close, but then Goldfish crackers and Play-Doh were no longer enough of a draw. She isn’t even sure if Emily likes her anymore. To be honest, Jessica isn’t sure she likes herself.
Together with a dozen strangers—and two familiar enemies—Jessica and Emily travel the East Coast, meeting up with family and old friends along the way. Surprises and secrets threaten their relationship and, in the end, change it forever.

Valentina came in and shut the door behind her. She slinked—there is no other word, unless it’s slunk—across the carpet and flowed into a chair. It’s not her fault she’s a partial liquid; she was born that way. Natural beauty is no more of an achievement than deformity is a punishment—it just is. Valentina is incredibly smart, and one of the hardest-working lawyers I’ve ever met. In a business where appearance contributes to success, she makes sure the first impression of beauty is quickly overwhelmed by the second and more lasting impression of competence. Beauty always fades, but it lasts so much longer if you lay a thick layer of intelligence and integrity underneath it.

“Good morning, Jess,” said Valentina. “How goes it?”

“It goes,” I replied evenly. “I have a feeling John is going to talk to me today about making you a partner.”

“Excellent.”

“Yes, except I think he’s going to be a sneaky bugger about it.”

Her delicately arched eyebrows rose a little. “In what way?”

I shrugged. “In some way I haven’t anticipated yet, because he likes to keep me on my toes. Has he said anything to you?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Not a word.”

I looked at her. Was it possible she was lying? A momentary flicker of doubt . . . but she saw it in my eyes and leaned forward.

“Jessica, he’s not the only one with a plan, remember? Don’t underestimate me. I want to make partner, and I want you to be head of litigation so I can slipstream you all the way to the Supreme Court.” She sat back. “A wise woman once pointed out to me that men have dominated the legal profession for decades and used their collective power to improve things for other men, both inside and outside of the law. It’s our turn now.”

“Who told you that? Me?”

“No, my grandmother.”

“The one that’s a judge?”

“No, the one that’s a hairdresser.”

“Right.” I paused. “So . . . you’re ready?”

“I’m ready, and so are you. Go on your trip and don’t let him ruin it by coming along inside your head.”

“That’s a horrible thought.”

She stood up, again appearing to defy the laws of physics. “You’re welcome.” She turned and walked to the door, pausing once more. “Plus, if you can handle a sixteen-year-old girl, you can handle a fifty-five-year-old guy.”

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