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have more chick-hunting plans for you?”
    I grinned. “Nope. I’m all yours Saturday morning.”
    After lunch, I left Scott’s office so he could finish some graphics for our latest action flick, which featured none other than Keith himself. Following a long meeting with a new director who was about to start shooting a suspenseful, mystery action film on location in Rio, I headed up to my office on the top floor to check on my Lexi-plan.
    I swiveled around in my high-backed leather desk chair to gaze out the wall-length window that overlooked the bustle of Hollywood Boulevard. Our office was about fifteen miles from the ocean, which allowed me to also see the glimmer of the Pacific in the distance. I pressed the number for our Human Resources department on my phone and waited.
    “Hey, Judith, did you speak with Ms. Montgomery yet?” I paused and listened to her response as my pulse quickened. I sat up straighter as a big smile spread across my face and said, “Really? That’s great, then. Tomorrow at three. Thanks, Judith.”
    As soon as I hung up, I pumped my fist and let out a triumphant “Yessss.” My plan was in motion. Time for phase two: Hire Lexi as my personal assistant.

Lexi
     
    “Here, let’s put it up in a professional bun.” Beth fiddled with my hair Tuesday after we’d finished cleaning. I was about to leave the cleaning job to go straight to the interview at Huntington Productions. The house we’d finished cleaning was on the shore of Santa Monica beach, a fifteen-minute drive to Hollywood Boulevard, where the company was located.
    I’d used the downstairs guest bathroom at the huge beach house to change into my interview outfit since the owners wouldn’t be home until the evening. I surveyed my ensemble in the full-length mirror as Beth pinned my dark hair up into a tidy bun. I’d bought this outfit, which was my one and only interview outfit, at a Macy’s sale just before I’d graduated. It consisted of basic black pumps with a two-inch heel, a black, knee-length pencil skirt with a matching suit jacket, and today I paired it with a dark green button-down shirt. To add a little artistic flair, I wore dangling silver earrings in the shape of a peacock feather with little blue and emerald gemstones embedded into the design.
    “There; you look perfect.” Beth beamed at me as she stepped back to look at my reflection. She was in her late forties but looked good for her age with long, slightly graying red hair, a sweet round face, and a slightly plump, curvy figure. Her green eyes sparkled at me, full of pride—like a mother.
    “Thanks, Beth.” I turned and hugged her. “I’m nervous, but I have a good feeling about this. Don’t worry, though,” I added as we walked out to the driveway, “we’ll still hang out even if I get to quit cleaning, I promise.”
    She shook a finger at me and smiled. “I’ll hold you to that, young lady. And good luck. Knock ’em dead.” She grinned as she climbed into the cleaning van.
    “Bye, Beth. I’ll text you to let you know how it goes. See you tomorrow afternoon for that Beverly Hills house.” Once she’d driven off, I got into my old sedan and looked at the address again. I didn’t need to put it in my phone’s GPS because it was on Hollywood Boulevard. I could definitely find it on my own.
    Twenty minutes later, at ten minutes before three, I pulled into a metered street-parking spot on a side road, one block from the address. After I fed the meter all my spare change, I walked around the corner and down the block to the front door of Huntington Productions. My pulse raced as I paused before the glass doors and wiped my sweaty palms discreetly on my suit jacket.
    Okay, Lexi, this is it. You totally got this, I reassured myself. I clutched the strap of my black shoulder bag, which had a copy of my resume and references just in case, and I strode through the doors with the best confident walk I could manage. The man at the front desk had me