Her mind felt stretched in all kinds of new ways from the brainstorming she’d done with the team and the possible projects they’d come up with for her to pursue. She leaned against the elevator wall as it went up, her heels burning in the new shoes she’d bought yesterday. Hopefully, her duffel bag had arrived, or she’d be hand-washing her blouse and under things in the sink, and wearing the same clothes tomorrow. Classy. In another week or so she could probably get away with her Converse high-tops and nicer new jeans, but for her second day on the job, she didn’t want to risk it. Even though she generally didn’t care much what people thought about her, at Intertech it was clear that employees—and interns—had to play by the corporate rules. At least until they learned how to bend them. The elevator dinged and let her out on the fortieth floor. Marny slipped off her shoes and carried them down the hall, the carpet springy under her stockinged feet. She’d change, make a cup of tea, and enjoy some of the coconut bread her mom had sent with her.
