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days” was the even bigger lie—I could have counted those “party days” on my fingers and still had plenty of digits leftover.
    “A guy?” Edgar asked, widening his eyes. “Do you mean a guy, or a guy ?” He emphasized the word the third time he said it, and twerked his eyebrows suggestively.
    “Oh, Edgar, stop it,” I laughed. He was too amusing to resist. “I’m not the kind of girl to kiss and tell… So, what’s this about my assignment? Let’s get to business.”
    “Spoil sport,” Edgar said, shaking his head. He took a seat in my office, in the chair Becky had occupied earlier, and continued. “So, since we aren’t gonna have girl talk, I guess I’ll tell you about this new app we’re developing… Doesn’t sound nearly as fun to me, but what choice do I have?”
    I grinned at Edgar as he went on to explain that rEcore had just landed a huge contract with a major music production company, and, together, they were about to revolutionize the way people downloaded and listened to music.
    “Download time will be ridiculously fast and will use almost no additional bandwidth than live play,” he described, “and the storage and access capabilities will be more impressive than any cloud that’s out there.
    “Subscribers will pretty much have instant, mobile access to any song they want, from any device that runs our app… But that’s not all. The app is also a smart app, so it learns people’s habits and makes recommendations based on that.
    “Imagine that you go to the gym on Monday, and you listen to some hip hop while you’re exercising. The next time you go to the gym, your GPS will check you in, and our app will pull up the same playlist you listened to last time, along with a playlist of other recommended artists… Same thing with times as with places. Imagine you like to listen to zone out to something like Led Zeppelin after a hard day of work. Your app will learn that, and, come 6 p.m. or so, it’ll have Zep ready to go for you, as well as, I don’t know, some Pink Floyd or Jimmy Hendrix.
    “There are some other really cool features too, such as mood settings, but we don’t need to talk about those right now. Right now, you just need to understand the basics, and understand that this app is totally cutting edge, and totally hush-hush. Once it’s out there running, people will never have to make their own playlists again, and even the folks at iTunes will be jealous.”
    “Sounds very interesting,” I replied, trying to take in everything Edgar had just said. “But what’s my role in all of this? What part will I be working on?”
    “Rumor has it you’re a glitch-getter,” Edgar said, crossing his legs and staring at me intently. “We’re doing beta runs right now and have encountered a few bugs already—so, we need you to go over the coding and make sure everything is in order.”
    I definitely was a glitch-getter, and was glad that my reputation, at least as far as that went, had preceded me.
    “That’s right up my alley,” I told Edgar, feeling confident in my abilities. “I worked out some big bugs at my old firm, and can’t wait to get my eyes on this puppy.”
    “And we can’t wait for you to get your eyes on it either,” Edgar responded. “We really want to get this thing out there before someone else does, so we need you to really put your nose to the grind on this one… I’ll send you some files and background materials as soon as I get back to my office—and, the app should already be on your devices, with a beta tag attached to it. Read what I send you before you run it, then do your magic. If you have any questions…”
    “I know,” I interrupted, “if I have any questions just ask someone, or dial your extension.”
    “Actually, I was gonna say, ‘If you have any questions, don’t bother me with them until after you’ve told me more about this guy -guy you ran into,’ but I guess what you said works too,” Edgar joked.
    “Not gonna