Come Down Under - Weston Parker

Chapter 1

ROSE

Oxford University.

It was the place dreams were made of. My dreams anyway.

Maybe that made me a nerd, but I didn’t really care. The iconic town and famed university had captured my heart the first time I’d seen it in a picture, and the more I’d learned about it, the more desperate I’d become to attend.

Getting in had been my goal for the first eighteen years of my life. Working toward first my degrees in business had kept me busy for the last seven. To get this far, I’d become a master at filling out scholarship application forms.

Every minute spent stressing over whether I would get it, every night spent tossing and turning over what I would do if I didn’t, it would all have been worth it when I got to get up on that stage in my black gown.

Soon, I would graduate with my PhD from one of the most prestigious schools in the world. I, Roselyn Lily Joyce of middle-class origin from small-town America, would be Doctor Roselyn Joyce, holder of a degree from Oxford freaking University in England.

Excitement made my heart thrum like a hummingbird in my chest. I had only one more semester to go before I graduated. It was my final semester before I had to figure out what to do with the rest of my life.

If I was lucky, I would get to spend the next six months researching a world-class businessperson and being mentored by them at the same time.

They offered mentorship for the last semester to all the candidates in my program, but there was only one international internship up for grabs. The competition to get it had been fierce. An internship with someone of such high caliber was hard to come by for those of us without networks and contacts of our own.

We hadn’t been told yet who the tycoon offering a spot at their company was, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t really care who the subject was, and neither had any of the others. It was bound to be someone we could learn a lot from while researching them for our final report.

We’d been waiting for weeks to find out which one of us had been selected. The chosen one would not only get to study a renowned entrepreneur but would also get to do it in Australia.

Before the applications had opened up, we’d been warned to apply only if we were willing to move to the sunny land down under for the duration of the semester. They’d said it like having to move away for half a year might deter some people from applying. It hadn’t.

I’d never been to Australia before. Hell, before coming to Oxford, I’d never even left the great state of Ohio. I’d done some research on the place, though, and getting to spend six months there had only made me want the internship more.

Early this morning, I had received an email from my adviser asking me to come in for a meeting in his office at noon. My fingers were crossed that I was about to find out whether I would be the one packing my bags for the trip.

Even if I hadn’t been selected for the internship, I still hoped the professor was about to tell me who my assigned mentor for the semester would be. Not having been the successful applicant for the internship would suck, but at least then I’d know.

The uncertainty was becoming unbearable, and any mentor was better than no mentor. Just having the opportunity to work with someone who could teach me how to become successful was more than good enough for me.

The clock tower outside my professor’s office chimed at exactly noon, and I sat up a little straighter. He would return from his class any second and hopefully give me the news. If this was just a standard checking-in meeting, I was going to feel like a total idiot.

A disappointed total idiot, but a total idiot nonetheless.

Dragging in a deep, calming breath through my nostrils, I caught a whiff of sage and lemon hanging in the air. God, I love that smell.

It was the cleaning product used in most of the buildings I’d had classes in over the years. If it was sad or lame that I was such a sucker for this place that I was even in love with the cleaning products they used, then so be it.

One day when I was old and gray, I would still associate that cool, clean smell with

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