Free The Ivy League by Ruby Parker

her friend in the bookstore.  Sara turned around, a book in hand, to find a silly grin plastered on her friend’s face. 
    “What’s official ?” Sara asked, giving a quick one over of her friend.  There was definitely something different about her.  But Krista often got over exited about the simplest things, and it was best for Sara to take a skeptical approach to anything with Krista. 
    “I’m in love,” Krista said, her eyes glazing over with the haze of new love.  Sara wanted to roll her eyes. That was something she never thought would come out of Krista’s mouth, and she couldn’t even see how that was even possible. 
    “In love?  With who ?” Sara said, faking more concern than she really felt.
    “He’s unlike a nything I have ever experienced,” Krista said, entirely ignoring Sara’s question.
    “Please,” Sara said, holding a hand up to her friend, “I don’t want to know any details.”
    “What’s with you this morning?” Krista said, finally noticing her friend’s down trodden demeanor.
    “I’m having trouble in a class,” Sara said with a sigh.  “I’m trying to find some supplemental readings to help me on the next test.”
    “I don’t know how the whole school thing works, ” Krista said with a scowl, “but can’t you just ask the teacher for help?  Isn’t that what he’s there for?”
    “Yeah,” Sara said.  She hadn’t told Krista, or anyone, about her first and only client also turning out to be her most difficult professor.  “I just…don’t feel comfortable asking him for help.”
    “Oh,” Krista said, a smirk developing on her lips as she noticed the blush on her friends cheeks, “do you have a little school girl crush?”
    “No,” Sara said, a little too quickly with a firm shake of her head.  She realized as soon as she said it that it pretty much confirmed Krista’s accusation.  It was strange.  She had never thought of it before, but she realized in that very moment that it was true.  It wasn’t until right then that she realized why it was so hard f or her to concentrate in his clas.  She had a massive crush on him.  This was bad.  This was very, very bad. 
    “Tell me about him ?” Krista said, looping her arm around Sara’s and pulling her away from the bookshelf.  “And let’s get out of this bookstore.”
     
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    “I want to see Sara again,” Dan said, making himself comfortable in the seat opposite Madame Gwen. 
    “I keep hearing that,” she said, ignoring the glare that she was receiving as she picked a card from the pile in front of her.  She was playing a game of solitaire, like she always did, to pass the lull of afternoon boredom.  She made a little frown when the card didn’t match any of the ones she needed.
    “Sara is no longer an employee of mine,” Madame Gwen said, placing the card back on the stack and finally looking up at Dan with a forced smile.  The nature of her business meant she often had to deal with some unsavory character.  Dan had always been cordial, but something about him made her uncomfortable.
    “Get her back,” he said, as he flicked a piece of lent off his suit pants. 
    He stood from the table, stopping her response, and pulled a thick envelope from his blazer pocket.  He plopped it on the table in front of Madame Gwen.  His blue eyes bore into on her as she peaked into the cash stuffed envelope.
    “That should be enough to get the ball rolling,” he said, before taking his leave from the Madame. 
     
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    “No way,” Krista said, barely able to contain her excitement as Sara told her about everything.  Sara could see her regret hanging in the air as soon as she had told Krista about Banks.  It had taken a lot of prying, but her friend had finally gotten the truth out of her. 
    “Keep your voice down,” Sara said, looking around to make sure no one overheard their conversation.  She was absolutely positive that Banks would be lurking just around the corner, waiting