Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Like I said, their skills complemented each other.”
“So you started your matchmaking service right there at university.”
Her mouth full of another bite of the sumptuous pad thai, she could only shake her head until she swallowed. “Not exactly. I was an econ major. And with an econ degree, the most common thing to do is become a management consultant. Everyone was interviewing with places like McKinsey, Deloitte, KPMG.”
“I honestly can’t imagine you as a management consultant.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “I hope that’s not an insult.”
He shook his head vigorously. “I can’t see you at a think tank. I see you out there working with people.”
“As a management consultant, you work with people too.” She shrugged, but the truth was he made her feel seen. “Anyway, all the big companies do these interview days at the career center. I went to a few of them. There I was in my business outfit that Mom made for me, and I couldn’t help asking myself why I was sitting there. Honestly, I didn’t want to work for any of them.”
“Did you already know what you wanted to do?”
She leaned closer. “All along, I thought I’d go the management consultant route, because I could make good money, even start my own consulting business one day. But that day, I had an interview with one of the recruiters, and she asked me all these questions, and I gave all the answers I thought were right. But I didn’t feel any of it. In fact, I felt a little sick. Then she said, ‘You don’t really want to be a management consultant, do you?’”
He raised an eyebrow as if he’d known that all along.
“I couldn’t help telling the truth, that I didn’t actually want to do that with my life. When she asked me what I wanted to do, I was embarrassed to admit I didn’t know. I mean, I had this plan—make money, help my mom, support her. Then the woman asked me all these interesting questions. Like, what was I good at? What did I enjoy doing? And I finally had to say that my friends always said I was good at matchmaking. And that woman said to me, ‘Well, then, do that.’ At first, I was a little frozen, and I’m sure I sounded stupid when I asked, ‘You mean, open a matchmaking company?’ And she said, ‘Yes. I bet you’ll be great at it.’”
“And that changed your life?”
“Not right then. We were all close to graduating, and some of my classmates had already started their own businesses. They were already making it. And I felt bad because I didn’t know what I truly wanted. And then, I don’t remember who I said it to—maybe it was Gloria—I grumbled that my interview was terrible except for the one super weird thing the woman said to me about starting a matchmaking service.”
“And what did Gloria say?”
Michaela had to laugh. “What do you think? She said I should totally do it.”
“Was this before or after you matched them up for FoodFast?”
“After. In fact, both Gloria and Ivan helped me with seed money to start the business. Funnily enough, they both came to me separately, like they didn’t want anyone to know. But they each wanted to be my first client. They worked all the time, but they wanted to meet someone without having to go through all those dating sites. And I said they were perfect for each other. Now they’re happily married and have three kids.”
“That’s an amazing story.” His eyes seemed to glitter, as if he meant it.
Michaela let out a huff. “It felt more like being in the right place at the right time. My class from Stanford saw a lot of amazing talent—people who are now billionaires, with companies in the Fortune 500. But I was never in their league, even if I matched them.”
She wasn’t in their league? Michaela was the smartest woman Troy had ever known. She’d been awarded a full-ride scholarship to Stanford University, for God’s sake. And now she was the billionaire matchmaker. There was so much to admire about Michaela Killian.
“Don’t you see how freaking incredible all that is?”
“Like I said, right time, right place.” She played nervously with her pad thai, then ate a little. As if she didn’t believe his compliment.
He kept asking questions, not just to learn more about her, but also because her beautiful voice strummed something inside him.
She saw through his ploy, though, because she said, “Enough about me.”
He thought there could never be enough about her.
But she asked, “How did you become an Olympic diver?”
He had to admit, “School didn’t come naturally to me. I hated sitting inside at a desk. But swimming and diving were instinctive, and I loved the water. I knew I wanted to do some kind of water sport right from the beginning. The first time I did a flip off a diving board, I was two.” He couldn’t help smiling at the memory, though his memory might have been reinforced with all the retellings by Dane and Ava. He smiled, too, at Michaela’s ability to get details out of him. “Our nanny was there because my parents were off skiing. I’m sure she had the most horrified look on her face, as if I’d hit my head on the diving board. Even then, I felt Dane’s and Ava’s encouragement. And I did not hit my head on the diving board, although my dive might’ve been more of a cannonball. The weirdest thing is that I can still remember the rush, even though I was only two years old. And I’ve loved that rush ever since.”