The Art of the Hustle Page 23
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After my shift, I went over to Ashley’s house. “Hey,” I said, as I greeted her with a kiss.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“Oh nothing much,” I said coyly. It was obvious I was hiding something because I was trying to conceal the huge grin on my face.
“What’s under your arm?” she asked.
“What this? Oh this is nothing. It’s just my STAMP manual.”
She grabbed the binder and read the title. “Store Trainee Advanced Management Program. Oh my god, are you training to become a manager?” she said with more enthusiasm than I expected.
“Yeah, I was promoted today.”
“Congratulations, Trevor. I’m really proud of you.”
“Thanks.”
“We should celebrate.”
“Okay, what do you have in mind?”
