With the load rebalanced and the pressure off my aching arms, I contemplate for the zillionth time the insane deal I'd struck yesterday.I can hardly believe any of it really happened. Since I haven't seen or heard from Gray Porter once today, I'm beginning to suspect he's changed his mind.Mr. Foley's only requirement had been no slacking off or whining about me not having any funding later on. I'll prove myself to him. The job was my goal, never the cash. He'll see how happy I am. After we'd sealed the deal, Mr. Foley had taken me on a facility tour.Gray didn't stick around because he'd already had the tour the day before.It seems he's kept his mouth shut as promised—about me, about the deal and apparently, everything. So far I've not been the target of any unusual snide remarks in the hallways. Despite the finals schedule, everyone's been treating me the same—ignoring or avoiding me—as usual.Not counting my family, of course.They've been beaming at me like a toddler who'd finally made it to the big girl potty.
