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about my plans to narrow down
the best restaurants in the city and—when my feet were able to handle a
pair of shoes—to start visiting them ASAP for a job.
    “I
think you’re making the right move.”
    “It
was your idea.   And it is the right
move.   Hell, I’ll probably make more
waitressing than I would have if I wound up working for the evil Ms.
Blackwell.   And if I do get a job, I’m buying the air conditioner.   Can you believe this heat?   Even this early in the morning?   I should open some windows.   Get some air moving.”
    “Maybe
for an hour.”
    “Cool
it off before it becomes too much.”
    “It’s
supposed to be over ninety again today.”
    I
smiled at her.   “Then I suggest we
both double up on the deodorant. Otherwise, we’re both screwed.”
    My
cell phone rang as I was opening the living room window.
    “Who’s
calling me at this hour?”
    “Maybe
it’s for a job.   Maybe you’re
getting a call back.”
    I
got up and crossed into the kitchen where my phone was on the counter.   “Don’t make me nervous.”
    “Who
is it?”
    I
just stared at the screen.   “Wenn
Enterprises,” I said.   “Holy shit,
you’re right.   It’s Blackwell.”

 
 
 
 
    CHAPTER SEVEN

 
    “Hello?”
    “Jennifer
Kent?”
    I
looked over at Lisa and nodded.   It
was Blackwell, all right.   The
clipped tone of her voice was immediately recognizable.   “This is she.”
    “This
is Ms. Blackwell.”
    “Who?”
    “Ms.
Blackwell.”
    “I’m
sorry, I’m drawing a blank.”
    “Really?   I can’t imagine.”   She cleared her throat, likely out of
anger and frustration.   “A position
has recently opened.   I was asked to
call to see if you were interested in coming in for an interview.”
    “I’m
sorry.   Where is this interview?”
    “Wenn
Enterprises.”
    “Oh,
you’re that Ms . Blackwell.”
    “That’s
right.”
    “How
could I forget?   The one who
threatened me?   The one who used her
divorce against me?   I’m afraid I’m
busy, Ms. Blackwell.”
    “I’d
think twice about that, Ms. Kent.”
    “And
why is that?”
    “Because
this job is special.   It’s a
high-paying job.   It’s the sort of
job that will help you get noticed at Wenn Enterprises, which I believe you
said you wanted when we first met.”
    “You
mean, when we first exchanged words?”
    “Ms.
Kent, I apologize for the way I treated you.”   It was as if she was reading a
script.   Her voice was cold and
tight.   Nothing in her tone
suggested that she was sorry at all, but damned if she wasn’t going through the
motions.   Why?   “It was an unfortunate exchange that we had the other day.   That’s all.   I’ve been under some pressure lately.”
    “So,
I noted.   And that affects me how?”
    “It
shouldn’t have affected you at all, thus my apology.”
    Whatever.   “Why are you calling me
about this job again?”
    “I
was asked to.”
    “By
whom?”
    “By
Mr. Wenn himself.   He saw your
resume.   He’d like you to come in
for an interview.”
    “How
did Mr. Wenn, of all people, see my resume?”
    “I
can’t disclose that.”
    “Is
this for the secretarial position?”
    “No.   He’s in need of an executive assistant.”
    “Doesn’t
he already have one?”
    “He
did, but he promoted her this morning.”
    “To
what?”
    “Senior
director of something or other.”
    “That’s
specific.”
    “Ms.
Kent, I didn’t order the promotion.   Mr. Wenn did.   I was recently
told about it, and then I was instructed to call you.   That’s all I know.”
    “But
why didn’t you warn him against me?   This doesn’t make sense.   You
cast me out of your office.   You
said I wasn’t worth your time.   You
must have told Mr. Wenn that.   You
said—I believe—‘toodles’ to me.”
    “And
I’ve apologized.   I’m hoping we can
get beyond that.   I’m calling to ask
you if you’d like to interview for the job.”
    “Before
I come in, Ms.