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“Lorri, do you have the file on Cashmir Park?”
Lorraine stuck her head back in the office. “It’s on your
desk, Ro.
Right side. I just put it there.”
Rowena looked down to find her hand already resting on it.
“Oh,
whoops. Thanks.”
“That’s what interns are for,” Lorraine said brightly.
“So ... Ro.
What’s up with the concert there, huh, huh? The radio stations
are making
a big deal of a secret act ... they’re acting like it’s going to be
somebody
huge. Who is it?”
“Well, Lorri ... I can’t tell you. To be honest, I’m not
sure if the
concert is going to go off at all.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a long story. I have a meeting about it this morning.
Would
you do me a favor and run to the post office to pick up the PO Box
mail?”
The seventeen year old whined, but complied. Rowena gave
a sigh
of relief to have her out of her hair. It wasn’t that she didn’t
love and trust
Lorraine, but if she got even an inkling of who she was meeting with,
Rowena’s job would be that much harder.
The Backstreet Boys at Cashmir Park. She shuddered at the
thought. Not because of their music -- from what she heard coming
out of
Catie and Lorri’s CD players, that was innocuous enough, even catchy
at
times. She herself preferred artists like Sarah McLachlan and
the Indigo
Girls, but to each his own, she supposed. No, there were different
problems. Montenegro Enterprises -- and Rowena personally --
was still
paying for the last such concert they hosted.
A buzzer sounded as she was lost in thought. “Rowena, Martin
Yarski is here.”
Rowena sighed. “Okay, send him in.”
She stood and held out her hand as Martin entered her office.
“Martin, it’s nice to see you again.”
“A pleasure, as always, Rowena.”
Liar, she thought, letting a slight grin spread on her face.
She was a
thorn in Martin’s side, and she knew it.
She realized two other people had walked in behind him, so she
turned her attention to them. “Hello ...” she began. The
smaller of the two
men smiled and offered his hand to her. He was cute, she noted,
with sandy
colored hair and an athlete’s build. The other ...
.... was her dance partner from the night before. Looking
just as hot
as he had the night before.
Dazed, she didn’t realize Martin was introducing them until halfway
through. “ ... Brian Littrell and Kevin Richardson, of the Backstreet
Boys.”
“Kevin and I are ... already acquainted,” she said, smiling and
offering her hand. The look on his face was priceless -- she
hoped she’d
caught herself before she wore a similar look.
Martin and Brian looked confused, but Rowena wasn’t about to
enlighten them. “So, gentlemen, have a seat. And give me
one good reason
why I should let you hold this concert.”
