he asked himself.
“I don’t think you should be taking this job.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, but when he looked at the man’s face, he saw that it was an answer to a question instead of a statement. He didn’t know what else to say. “You’re too young for this kind of work…. You don’t have the right background or experience for it—you haven’t even finished law school yet!”
Jorgenson smiled ruefully back at him and took another sip from his drink glass. His eyes moved slowly across Stone’s body in its gray suit and white shirt, then up into Stone’s own eyes with almost an amused understanding in them that made Stone uncomfortable just looking at him, much less talking to him about something so serious as making career decisions. Then Jorgenson seemed to hesitate again briefly before continuing on without any hint that there had been anything wrong with what he’d said or done until now: “What I’m trying to tell you is that you’ve got nothing but your training certificate hanging over your head…and this office isn’t going anywhere anytime soon no matter how long you stay here…so why not give yourself every chance possible? This firm will keep growing faster than anyone can imagine; if they need help six months from now maybe they won’t ask for yours; if they need help six years from now maybe then they’ll ask for yours