Suddenly, Theo’s hand shot out and snatched her arm. She blinked at the contact, but his gaze was suddenly intense. "Now, now, Granger," he said, his voice low. "None of that self-deprecating bullshit will be tolerated here. That’s not why I hired you. I hired you for this." His free hand suddenly raised, and he snapped his fingers. A scroll appeared in his grip. She recognized the penmanship. Her application essay. "Your thoughts. Your mind." He released her and tossed her essay onto the table with a flourish, gesturing with an enthusiasm she was starting to recognize. "This is brilliant stuff, Granger, and, if I’m right–and I’m always right–" he winked "–this is just the beginning for you."