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through the office.
    Emily made a show of plugging her ears against the sound. Once the room quieted, she turned back to Maryam. “Rita knows what we need. While you two get started on that, have the rest of the staff get on the phone and canvass our real estate contacts one more time. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find a client who’s willing to shoot this week. High-end properties are preferable, of course, but we’ll take anything at this point. Expand the search area outside Recoleta and Palermo to include Barrio Norte and San Telmo.
    “And Mike?” She turned toward the cameraman. “If you have time, maybe head to those neighborhoods and get some beauty shots while the weather’s clear. That way we have the footage ready to go if we need it. But keep your cell phone close in case we need to go elsewhere.”
    As the staff scattered, Emily caught sight of the Buenos Aires Herald on Maryam’s desk. The page was folded to the real estate listings.  
    “Mind if I borrow this?” she asked Maryam, who was already waving for Emily to take it.
    Rita looked at her askance. “What are you thinking?”
    “I have an idea. Give me a sec.”
    It probably wasn't the best idea, but how could she let her coworkers down? They'd spent almost ten months of the last two years away from home, giving up precious time with their families in order to film the show on location. They worked as hard as she did, yet received far less glory for their efforts.  
    “Anything Rita or I can do?” Maryam asked.
    Emily shook her head. She scanned the page until she found the ad she sought, the one under the photo of a sparkling high rise, and then read the description. The figure listed at the end shocked her. Few people spent that amount of money on a one-bedroom apartment, even in pricier cities like Paris or London.  
    “I’m going out,” she announced. “Call me if you come up with any leads.”
    She stuffed the real estate listing into her handbag and headed out the door before Rita, Maryam, or anyone else could protest. And before her own nerves got the better of her.  

    * * *

    Emily tried to appear relaxed and friendly as she discreetly scanned the well-heeled buyers strolling through the luxury apartment overlooking the Plaza Sicilia in Buenos Aires’ park-filled Palermo neighborhood. Though she was unfamiliar with the real estate agent who hovered near the front door, Emily had managed to talk her way into the exclusive showing. She hoped that with the soft gray suit and ivory blouse she’d selected for work this morning she blended in with the other buyers, even if she didn’t have their financial resources.
    She’d been thrilled when she’d stepped inside. Not only was the apartment private, occupying the top floor of one of the area’s tallest buildings, its gleaming hardwood floors, expansive views, and airy modern decor were certain to appeal to viewers of At Home Abroad . An attached rooftop terrace complete with a small swimming pool, teak chaises, and a living wall of potted bamboo would take the episode over the top visually. Who wouldn't want to imagine themselves sunning in such a divine spot?
    However, much as she’d wanted to interact with the potential buyers and gauge their interest in appearing on her show, it was out of the question. No one entered an open house expecting to be approached by a television host, and she was certain the real estate agent wouldn't approve. At Home Abroad maintained its network of real estate contacts by allowing agents the ability to broach the subject with their clients privately, and only if they felt it appropriate.  
    On the other hand, there was nothing to stop an individual at the open house from approaching her, which was why Emily had spent the last twenty minutes circling the space.  
    It wasn't much of a plan, but it was all she had. Unfortunately, with only a half-hour left until the real estate agent closed the doors, the specific individual Emily had in mind