"Come on, it's not the end of the world." Delphi rubbed Isobel's back as they sat on her daybed. "It's a temp job, for God's sake. It's not even what you came to New York to do."
"But it was perfect! I could come and go whenever I wanted. Sarah was so cool, the work was interesting... And how am I going to keep investigating the judge's murder?" Isobel burst into a fresh volley of tears.
"Okay, you're right. It is the end of the world. Feel better?"
"I've never been fired before," Isobel choked.
"So now you have a new experience to draw on in acting class. Honestly, it's not that big a deal."
"I feel like a complete failure."
"I wouldn't say complete..."
Isobel gave Delphi a reproachful look. "If you're trying to make me feel better, it's not working."