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you for another day?”
    Tawny just bet Stacy would. It was clear from their discussion the receptionist had developed an embarrassingly obvious interest in her competition. Guess she missed the gold band on his left hand. Or they were friends, in which case Tawny was so screwed. Tawny smiled back, oozing sugar to catch the fly. “Waiting is no problem. Besides, I’m enjoying the conversation.”
    A sprite of a woman stepped out from the double doors and walked to Tawny. “Ms. Torres, I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. We had a bit of an emergency to handle. I hope you don’t mind waiting a few more minutes. I’m looking forward to talking with you.”
    “Absolutely my pleasure, Mrs. Spinelli.”
    Mrs. Spinelli and Brad exchanged pleasantries and disappeared behind the doors, but not before Stacy could wish him luck. Stacy dipped her head to concentrate on her computer screen, ignoring Tawny. Whatever. She didn’t have to win over the girl today. First she’d worry about passing the interview, impressing Spinelli and landing the job. Easy-peasy. People liked her, right? She had excellent references despite what happened at the bank, and she had her recent experience with the rec center.
    It sounded bad, but she hoped Brad tanked the interview.
    The doors swung open, and speak of the too-sexy-and-charismatic devil in disguise. He exited with a big smile on his face.
    Crud, not the sign of someone who bombed.
    “Thank you, Mrs. Spinelli. I’m looking forward to hearing from you.” He gave a little wave and said good-bye to Stacy.
    Tawny followed the older woman down the hall past a half dozen offices and a central room with a large table in the middle and stepped into the elevator with her.
    “The first floor is usually much busier at this time of day, but most of the coordinators are out with clients right now. Every Monday, the entire staff meets in the main room we just passed. The company provides breakfast and we catch everyone up on the weekend events and what’s coming up next. Ours is a small company, sitting at thirty employees total. We all work full-time and then some.”
    They stepped out of the elevator into a plush gray-carpeted hall. Prints of various events hung in clusters on soft lavender walls. No cube farm here. Each office had a glass wall facing the hall, but it was apparent everyone had his or her own space. After growing up with three brothers and working in the bank, Tawny wasn’t sure she’d know what to do with privacy. She was more than willing to find out, though.
    Mrs. Spinelli stopped at the door of an office no larger than those they passed. Identical to the others with one major exception—the name on the door read Luanne Spinelli, CEO.
    “Before we get started, can I get you something to drink? Coffee, soda, some water? Personally, I hit this time of day and I need a shot of caffeine to keep me going.” Mrs. Spinelli walked to a small refrigerator built into the wall of her office, opened the door, and took out a diet soda.
    Tawny declined, still in shock over the chief executive officer conducting interviews personally. Her stomach took that opportunity to grumble and remind her she’d skipped lunch. Before she could apologize, Mrs. Spinelli waved her off. The woman reached into a cabinet and pulled out a plastic-covered plate. She took the top off and set it in front of Tawny. Chocolate chip cookies.
    “Please have one.” Mrs. Spinelli sat in the chair next to her instead of behind the gorgeous mahogany desk. “Don’t tell my son I was snacking on these. He’s gone all health conscious these days and is constantly nagging me about my diet.”
    Off her game, Tawny wasn’t sure how to respond. CEOs didn’t conduct interviews or offer homemade cookies. Instead Tawny nibbled on a cookie. “Mmm, these are delicious. Did you bake them?” If this was a perk of working here, Tawny was willing to beg for the job.
    “My granddaughter baked them, but it’s my recipe. It’s