He surmised that we had a hit on our hands.“So, let me understand this,” Uncle John said. “The studio was going to shortchange the women, and yo... agreed to do this group thing so they’d be paid more.”“It was significant. I was going to be paid twice as much as they were,” I said.“I think you can work this out without breaking your word,” Grandma Dawson said. “If you can guarantee them they’ll make at least what they would’ve with the original deal, would they be okay if you ended up making. ’ ‘I see. Close the bathroom door and sit on the end of the bath there. Tell, me do you hang around bathrooms at uni?’ Barnaby turned a bright shade of crimson. ‘No, Aunt Anne.’ Anne grunted as she pushed, and another, smaller, turd dropped into the water. ‘It’s alright, Barnaby. It’s just that I don’t want my nephew getting arrested or being sent down from Oxford for disgracing himself. I know your father regards those tuition fees as an investment, and I also know he wants to see a return on. “Thanks for being a good sport,” I said. “Why did you pick me?” Rachel asked as she turned and look my way. “The truth?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied. “Because you’re pretty,” I replied. “Thanks,” Rachel replied, “But I don’t think I’m pretty.” “Well,” I replied, “You are, so you got picked.” “Oh gee, thanks,” Rachel shot back. I stuffed my lecture notes into my satchel. Rachel re-approached the podium. “Can I ask you a question?” Rachel intoned. I didn’t respond, but waited for the question.. "I was wondering if you could look over my code?" she asked."Sure thing!" I responded. Mentoring junior developers was kinda my thingat work. While other senior developers didn't want to be bothered, Iactually liked teaching our new people and showing them the ropes. Themmoving on to better projects and telling me that I was an awesome mentormade it feel so rewarding.She handed me a printout, and I pulled out a pencil from my backpack andstarted skimming her code.Valerie was the only female in.