“That girl seems pretty passionate.”
“I’m not that girl.”
He nodded. “People change. They grow up.”
“No, you don’t understand.” Her hands fisted on the table. “I can’t help you. I can’t be passionate. I’ll write your article. But that’s all I can do.”
Taran pushed to her feet.
Edgar gave one clipped nod. “Taran, the person you are today is who I want to hire, but I know that passionate girl is still inside you. And I’d like to work with both.”
“I won’t change my mind.”
“I’ll have my driver take you back to the city,” he said.
Taran’s body relaxed. “Thank you.”
“But keep one thing in mind. Your article will talk about my single-minded determination to succeed. And my current goal is to bring you on board.”
And the knot inside Taran tightened even more.