He’d tried “no,” “fuck no” and “no way in a billion fucking years.” Doug had tried everything he thought he’d work and a few things he’d known wouldn’t, but in the end, he’d lost anyway. His father had put his foot down, and Doug had found himself sitting in his own office, staring across his desk at a new student.
“I’m going to be your Mentor.”
She glared back at him and worked her mouth for a moment, like the whole idea tasted bad. “They told me. Thought we were supposed to get a choice.”
Doug swallowed most of a laugh. “Yeah, me too. Guess we blew that one.”
She raised her eyebrows, raised her bic, and lit up a tiny flame. “Rock on.”
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