Feeling her throat go dry, Sophie took another sip from the glass and handed it to Rance. “Go on then,” she said. “What are you thinking?”
“My dad suggested it and I think it’s a great idea,” he said, then downed the rest of the soda and put down the empty glass. He rubbed his hands together, then took both of hers. “You can intern for us.”
A slight frown creased her brow. “I don’t even know what that means,” she admitted, feeling rather stupid.
“Well, it’s just a try-out for a permanent job, learning as you go and there are lots of different places for you to try if one doesn’t fit you. It’s a huge company, and Dad's always hiring fresh new people, so there's a good chance you can find a job there that you like, a good paying job with benefits, and I know you. You’re smart, hard working, and creative and imaginative. You love to learn and try new things. I’m sure you’ll excel. I’m more sure of you doing great than me!”
“But…but I don’t know nuttin ‘bout no corporation work!” she said, in a truly horrible southern accent.