Shuki looked down at his waffle. “It’s fine,” he mumbled. “It’s a job. I’ve gotta do something, right?”

“Chesed Tzirel is not and never has been about your ego, and anyone who thinks it is doesn’t know you”

Ayala stiffened. “No. I’m not scared. But I’m also not a fan of throwing money at something unnecessarily”

“Ladies, now comes the fun part. Why did you come today? What are your dreams for Chesed Tzirel?”

“Why do we need some lady charging us 300 shekels an hour to tell us what our organization does?”

 “I mean, this is my organization! I’m the one who started it!” She grimaced. “Does that sound petty?”

Dini caught her reflection in the fridge’s polished chrome and made a face. Maybe she just didn’t want to understand herself

The thought of how Chesed Tzirel’s reputation was spreading made her glow with pride — but how much more work could she take on alone?

She was still taken aback by the pettiness of Dini’s reaction earlier today

“She’s offering you a higher salary to do the work you love. Why wouldn’t you take it?”

Gritting her teeth, she wrote back, Thx for not asking! with a winking emoji. The phone number, please?