Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Recipes
- Starry Fuzzy Fizz
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
- Also by Farah Heron
- Praise for Farah Heron
“I’ve been working on a start-up for software servicing the nonprofit sector.”
Kamila looked at Jana. “A do-gooding software start-up?”
She nodded. “It’s like a job-search interface, except it’s to connect volunteers to volunteer opportunities.”
“What a brilliant idea. I’m sure it will be successful,” Dad said.
Kamila didn’t doubt it would be. Jana touched it, so her venture would turn to gold.
Jana nodded. “I think it’s a viable opportunity. I am confident I can acquire the skills I need outside my areas of expertise. I feel it’s important for me to challenge myself so I don’t grow stagnant in my field.”
“Yes,” Rohan said. “There is nothing I respect more than someone willing to expand their mind in new and innovative ways.”
Vomit.
Jana nodded. “I’d like to stay close to home for a while, but imagination and innovation are muscles that can atrophy like any others. And I must use my energy to make a positive impact on the world. When I see people wrapped up in the exploits of the Kardashians or whoever the hottest Bollywood actor has been seen with, I wonder if those mental resources could be used for the greater good instead.”
God. Kamila really disliked this woman.
“You’re absolutely right,” Asha said, nodding. “I can connect you with some classmates of mine in nonprofit management. Even the volunteer coordinator at the shelter. They might be able to help you with a needs assessment for your project.”
Ugh. Her best friend, too? Kamila tuned them out as they talked, picking up the snack bowls from around the room.
“What’s this incubator project about anyway?” Nicole asked.
Rohan smiled. “It’s the brainchild of an old college friend of mine, Anil. It’s to help business start-ups get off the ground, focusing specifically on new immigrants and refugees. He has an innovative partnership structure for companies to donate both time and money to the project.”
Jana loudly dropped a glass, but since this was Jana the Great, it didn’t break. Why was she still cleaning? Probably to make herself look perfect. Kamila took the glasses from Jana’s hands.
“Oh, interesting,” Asha said.
Rohan nodded. “The initial committee is only fundraising now, though.” He looked at Jana. “Sorry to hear you won’t be working with us. I’d love to have an old friend on the team with me.”
“I am not able to work with Anil on this,” Jana said curtly. “I cannot risk extinguishing the growth on my project now.”
Too bad Dane was gone, because he’d feel right at home with Jana’s pretentious jargon.
“Hey, Kamila, why don’t you volunteer for this incubator!” Asha said suddenly. “You’d be so perfect for it.”
Kamila’s head shot around to her so-called best friend. “What?”