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more. She has a long night ahead of her,” I said.
    “In the meantime, one of the bartenders looks rather tasty,” Jacinta said with a wink and a grin as she moved away from Izzy and me. She and I shared a laugh as we stood together, leaning on the table top and soaking in the room.
    “You never told me how the interview went,” Izzy said. I grinned.
    “What interview?” I asked, knowing full well what interview.
    “The interview with Joey!” she hissed.
    “What do you want to know?” I asked with a laugh.
    “Is he really that good looking in person?” she asked. I thought about him posed for Neil, taking the pictures for the article, and grinned.
    “He is very handsome, even fresh off the field and covered in sweat. And he’s really nice, too,” I said. Izzy got a dreamy look on her face and sighed.
    “Really? Wow. You are so lucky,” she said, suddenly slapping my shoulder. I laughed again.
    “Ow! I’m sorry, complain to Jade: she assigned me the interview,” I said. Izzy stuck out her bottom lip.
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    “I totally will, just watch,” she said. I rolled my eyes as she and I giggled against each other.
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    T he owner of the wine bar, a stunning woman named Jill, turned out to have been a former model. She said that she hadn’t done it for too long before discovering that she had a real head for business, and enjoyed it much more than putting on painfully uncomfortable shoes and sashaying down a runway while people ogled her. She enjoyed openings and having people appreciate and purchase the goods that she chose to offer.
    “This is actually my first business of my own,” she said, sitting across the table from me as we worked on the decanter of wine that we were sharing.
    “Really? I thought I heard someone here say that this was your third or fourth in the area,” I said. Jill nodded.
    “The others weren’t owned by me. I was just running them for a while. I thought it was a good test, to see if I really am as good at this as I think I am,” she said with a chuckle. I grinned.
    “This space is spectacular,” I said.
    She nodded. “It was supposed to be a haberdashery, but the owner bailed at the last minute and decided to open his business in California. The company that owns the place was counting on that money: they had another venture that they needed to move on to and this place was the only thing holding them back,” she said.
    “Oh, that’s brilliant. So you got the place at a discount because they needed it off of their hands,” I said. Jill smiled and nodded.
    “It was rather brilliant, wasn’t it?” she said. We laughed.
    “So, what’s your vision for this place? Where do you want it to go?” I asked.
    Jill sighed, “Honestly, the wine bar is just the start. I love the concept of a wine bar, of somewhere that you can go and hang out quietly after work, but come out to on weekends and still dance and have a bit of fun while being able to get a good wine in your glass. Eventually, I’d like to expand the space, wall it off down the middle and turn the other side into a cigar bar.”
    I smiled: Jill was growing on me more and more. “That sounds like a wonderful idea,” I said.
    She smiled, “Everyone doesn’t smoke, so the cigars would stay in that area, but you could get wine from here brought to you there. Private parties and get togethers, it’d be the perfect space for it,” she said. I nodded my agreement.
    “It would, especially for those CEOs looking to impress some other company that flew in to meet them on neutral ground. It’s a good money-making venture, too. A place that’s as high-class as this one, you could rightfully charge quite a bit for the rental of the space and the use of your staff,” I said. Jill grinned.
    “Maybe you should be running this place with me instead of being a journalist. You’re pretty good,” she said. I laughed.
    “You’re not the first person to tell me that I’ve got a good head for