I scroll down to the employment section. His job with Ford is listed near the top. My eyes nearly bug out of my head. He worked on their digital marketing team for four years after spending two years as a social media specialist. And before that, he was a marketing intern for a white-water rafting company in upstate New York.

I still don’t understand why he took a job with Seaquest—flexible, work-from-home hours or not. It was such a step back for him career-wise that it boggles my mind. I squint as I read the dates attached to his positions. He left Ford a full six months before he landed the Seaquest job. What was with the employment gap?

One thing is clear though. Based on his experience, Graeme’s definitely qualified to be a digital marketing director—possibly even more qualified than me. I’ve been with Seaquest longer and I have over a year of graduate-level business classes under my belt, but I don’t have the digital experience he does.

Dread fills the pit of my stomach. My proposal will need to blow Graeme’s out of the water if I want to stand a chance at landing this promotion. An advertising scheme for the Galápagos based on something we’ve already done in Hawaii isn’t going to cut it.

I need advice.

Stuffing my earbuds into my ears, I pull up Christina’s contact and tap FaceTime. I slide off the stool and push through the nearest door. It takes me to an outside deck. Wind lifts my hair and I clutch the rail for support.

She answers on the fifth ring. “Hey, girl! How’s the southern hemisphere?” she shouts. The image is grainy thanks to the satellite Wi-Fi, but I can see her cheeks are candy-apple red and she’s breathing hard.

“Hey, Christina! It’s good to see your face.”

She squints at me. “Where are you? Inside a tornado?”

“Outside on the ship.” I shuffle farther down the deck to stand under the ambient light flooding through the bridge’s long windows. Rock music pumps through my earbuds and I notice Christina is wearing a tank top. I nearly smack my forehead. “It’s Sunday. You’re at boot camp class, aren’t you?”

She waves me away. “No biggie. You’re calling from the Galápagos. I had to answer. I need all the latest gossip. Most important, why did you want to know about Graeme’s phone? Tell me everything!”

“Hey!” a male voice roars from somewhere on her end. “Is this social hour or is this boot camp?”

“Be there in a sec,” she calls over her shoulder. She rolls her eyes at me. “The trainer tonight is a little intense.”

“I won’t hold you up. Can I just ask your advice on something?”

“Of course.”