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better.‖
    Okay, this wasn‘t making any sense at all. I didn‘t have teaching credentials. Even if I did, teachers normally didn‘t get paid much. And what kind of two-month-long teaching job included room and board? Some fill-in gig at a rich kids‘ boarding school? No, thank you.
    Then again, certain realities awaited me when I left the Scoop offices: I couldn‘t live with James, and I didn‘t want to live with Lily. I couldn‘t look for a job, and I had no savings to fall back on. Heading back to New Hampshire to work at Earth Lovers somehow didn‘t appeal to me; nor did getting a job at Bloomie‘s wrapping Christmas gifts for people who could actually afford them.
    ―When does this job start, exactly?‖ I asked cautiously.
    ―Exactly now. There‘s a black car waiting for you downstairs.‖
    ― Now ?‖
    ―Yes. To take you to the airport, should you choose.‖
    ―To go to Florida,‖ I filled in.
    ―Palm Beach, specifically. By private jet.‖
    Private jet? To be a teacher ?

    ―All the details will be explained to you when you arrive.‖ Debra shuffled a stack of contact sheets from a recent photo shoot. ―And you‘ve got nothing to lose. If you hate it, you can get right back on the plane and be home in time for the ten o‘clock news.‖
    ―But I . . .‖ I wasn‘t even sure what the but was exactly, but . . . but something . It was all too bizarre.
    ―Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith, Megan,‖ Debra said gently.
    A leap of faith. I wasn‘t really a leap-of-faith kind of girl. Watch carefully from the side and suss it out—yes. Big leap—no. But what were my options, really? And even if she had just fired me, for some reason, I didn‘t want to let Debra down. Weirdly, I still liked her. ―Okay. I‘ll do it.‖
    She smiled. ―Excellent. You‘re on your way, then.‖
    I rose, feeling numb. ―I‘d say thank you, but I‘m not sure what I‘d be thanking you for. ‖
    ―Have you read the new Vanity Fair ?‖
    I shook my head. I liked Vanity Fair —it was on my Top Ten List of Magazines I‘d Like to Write For. But I‘d been too busy having my life fall apart to pay attention to the latest issue.
    ―You might want to check it out during your flight.‖
    She took a copy off her desk and gave it to me. I didn‘t bother asking why. Evidently, why was another piece of this bizarre puzzle. As I shook her hand and then left her office for the last time, I felt like Alice heading toward that damned rabbit hole.

    If a private jet travels from New York City at 521 miles per hour, how much time will elapse before wheels-down in Palm Beach, a distance of 1,231 miles?

    (a) 1 hour
    (b) 2 hours
    (c) 4 hours
    (d) 6 hours
    (e) Does it matter? There‘s an inexhaustible supply of free champagne!

chapter five

    This can‘t be happening,‖ I murmured to James. ―It isn‘t real.‖
    We sat together in the back of the black car that had picked me up outside my office.
    No, wait, my former office. The Slovakian driver had just gone over the George Washington Bridge to New Jersey. There was no traffic in the middle of day, since the rest of the world was, you know, at work .
    James draped an arm around me. ―Well, unless we‘re in the same delusion, it‘s real.
    Odd—very odd—but real.‖
    Odd didn‘t begin to cover it. I was just grateful that he was able to go with me to the airport. Even before I‘d left my former office, I‘d called him and babbled about what had happened—how I was on my way to Florida after a pit stop at his apartment to pick up my Century 21 bargain-rack specials and my toothbrush.
    ―Thank you for coming,‖ I told him again. He‘d feigned a toothache and an emergency dental appointment to join me for the ride. ―Don‘t forget to drool a little when you get back to work. Novocaine.‖ I nodded seriously.
    ―Will do.‖ He squeezed my hand as we approached a sign that said TETERBORO
    AIRPORT. Teterboro Airport? I‘d figured we were headed for Newark,