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    She stared at the shelves that contained twelve of his books.
    A woman walked up to them. “Dr. Carr? Oh, My God! It is you!”
    Mabel had watched as Dr. Carr spoke to the woman, who gushed that she had all of his books and had attended every seminar she could.
    â€œI even went to your three-day conference in Palm Springs. But I missed you at the Forum last month.” The woman lowered her voice. “I didn’t have the one hundred and seventy-five dollars. But my friends said the place was sold out.”
    Mabel’s eyes widened. One hundred and seventy-five dollars … a sold-out Forum. Mabel hadn’t graduated at the top of her class, but she didn’t need a statistics degree to calculate the numbers. As Dr. Carr continued chatting, Mabel stepped back and considered him with fresh eyes. Now she noticed his suit—tailored. Her glance moved to his polished Italian shoes. The deep burgundy leather matched his suit. She shook her head. It wasn’t like her to miss the signs. Yes, she had followed his platinum BMW 740i as they drove to the bookstore, but this was Los Angeles. He could have been sleeping in his car.
    Before, she’d seen just the gray that sprinkled his thinning hair, the weathered skin on his hands, and the fact that he would see five-feet five-inches only if he stood on his toes. He was seventy—sixty, at least, and looking as if he’d see ninety in just a few years. But now, he was Denzel with Wesley’s body. Nathan Carr was a man with money.
    â€œWell, thank you for your kind words.” He shook the woman’s hand and turned back to Mabel. “Are you ready?”
    She nodded, wondering if it was his soft voice, gentle manner, or the dollar signs that now appeared in his eyes that made her want to follow him.
    As they stood at her car, he said, “Mabel, give me a call tomorrow. Our timing just happens to be right. I’m looking for an assistant, and you might fit the position.”
    It had taken all that was within her to stop herself from throwing her arms around that man in the middle of the Ralph’s Foods parking lot. But as she drove home, she began to wonder what Dr. Carr really wanted. After all, how could he offer her a job without knowing anything about her?
    Well, whatever he wanted, it didn’t matter. She had checks that would hit her bank today and bounce all the way to New Jersey. If he wanted sex, fine. She’d done that before and for much less than a regular paycheck.
    But when she met Dr. Carr two days later, she realized only business was on his mind. Although she’d worn her tightest red wrap dress (one size too small, to flaunt her assets), all he looked at were her eyes.
    â€œI see something in you, Mabel, that makes me want to help you become the best you can be. And I always listen to the spirit. I’m going to take you to the top.”
    The next weeks moved at space shuttle speed. Dr. Carr’s office was in his home, in the Wilshire district. That had surprised Mabel—she’d expected a sprawling expanse in Beverly Hills. Within days, she learned one factor of his success: “It’s not how much you make, it’s how much you keep,” he said.
    For the next year, she watched. She became his right hand, doing everything from running errands, to attending his seminars and selling his books in the back of the room, to typing and editing his manuscripts. But it was the trips to the bank that she loved. Dr. Carr’s personal banker cleared his calendar whenever she walked in. And it was not just the banker who rolled out the royal carpet. From the publisher to the attendees at Dr. Carr’s events, everyone wanted to do her bidding. Mabel knew it was so they could get close to Dr. Carr, but that didn’t matter. The way the Carr entourage was treated amazed and pleased her.
    The Carr retinue was small—just Mabel and