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meantime, I need the world’s biggest
favor and you might be the only one who can help me.”
    “Oh,
really?”
    “Yes,
I have a very high-profile client, and I wish I could tell you who it is, who
needs a box at the TED Wednesday night.”
    “Ah…”
Barry sounded disappointed.
    “Of
course I’d make it up to you,” she threw in hurriedly, before he could give her
a reason why not. “We’ll take twenty percent off your planning fee for the
retreat this year. Think how that will save your professional development
budget.”
    “Hm.
There is a conference in California I would like to go to, I guess…”
    “See?
Perfect! If anyone deserves to go to California, it’s you, Barry. You can bring
me a bottle of wine to thank me.”
    “I
thought I was giving you the box at Turner Field to thank you,” he said, a
little snarky.
    “Oh,
right,” she trilled innocently. “Well, I guess we’ll have to share the bottle
of wine, then.”
    “Yeah?”
His voice had a little smile in it now. “Well, I guess that wouldn’t be the
worst thing in the world. We’d better make it two bottles, though, because my
coworkers are going to be pretty pissed that the box is not available that
night.”
    “Barry,
you’re the best. Thank you so much. Chad will stop by tomorrow to pick up the
tickets.”
    “Not
you?”
    “Oh,
sweetie, I can’t. But let’s have coffee in a couple of weeks to get started on
the retreat.”
    He
sighed. “Okay, Suzie. No problem.”
    When
she swiveled the chair back around, Chad was shaking his head. “You’re
shameless.”
    “I
know,” she said, letting her forehead hit the desk dramatically. “I know. This
benefit had better be worth it.”

Chapter 4
    The
following Wednesday afternoon she made her way to the stadium early, wanting to
avoid rush hour traffic and to make sure everything was in place well in
advance. She was exhausted from all the last-minute details for the big event,
but it was getting to the point at which there was very little left to do until
the day itself. Normally around this time, she took an evening to herself and
dragged Marci out for massages and pedicures. Then she’d shut off her cell
phone, have a glass of wine, and watch an old movie to get her mind off the
stress of the event and start fresh the next day.
    Tonight,
however, she was going to be hanging around awkwardly at a baseball game with a
major celebrity who she’d offended and twenty-four of his closest friends whom
she had never met. Suzanne never minded a little schmoozing—it was part of her
job—but ass-kissing was something else entirely. She vowed to go, get
everything set up, make sure it ran smoothly, and then leave after the third
inning.
    She
parked in one of the premier lots, near an exit, calling her stadium contact Meredith
to get her in before the gates officially opened. Meredith met her at the south
gate, and they made their way through the deserted mini-city that was Turner
Field, up the escalators to the CleanMark box. A quick double-check to see that
everything was in order, and then Suzanne followed Meredith to her office. She
signed an outside vendor agreement on behalf of Fat Matt’s and reviewed the
beverage orders for the open bar while Meredith chatted easily about her
boyfriend and how much she hoped he was going to propose soon.
    Suzanne
tried to listen and hoped her “mmm-hmm’s” didn’t sound too distracted. She
hoped Chad remembered to confirm with the florist and to order the credit card
machine for the auction.
    “…and
it’s not like I’m one of those girly-girls who has just always been dying to
get married. Look at me—I’m a total tomboy and I work in sports.”
    It
took Suzanne a moment to realize Meredith was fishing for reassurance. “Oh, no,
you’re not a tomboy, you’re gorgeous!” Gorgeous might be pushing it , she
thought. Meredith had a pretty face but was at least thirty pounds overweight
and constantly wore polo shirts with