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tablet centered in front of him, his right fingers sliding back and forth along the paper’s edge.
    She took another deep breath, mentally preparing her rebuttal should her job be threatened. With her back straight, she moved to one of the two chairs angled in front of the desk.
    After she was settled on the edge of the leather chair, she glanced up and found Kramer still sat unmoving. Silence filled the room for several minutes. The faster the seconds flew by, the tighter her insides coiled. He had asked to speak to her. Now that she was here, he sat daydreaming.
    She covered her mouth and forced a little cough.
    Sharp gray eyes focused on her. “Oh, Caitlyn. Sorry, I still can’t believe this,” he muttered. “The sponsors will go nuts for a time slot.”
    “Believe what?” She relaxed enough to scoot back in the chair and cross her legs.
    “I received a phone call.”
    When he didn’t continue, she leaned forward and studied him. His coloring seemed paler than normal. Two months ago, shortly after the station opened, he’d suffered a series of light heart attacks.
    “Kramer, are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?” She half rose to go to the phone, but he motioned her to sit.
    “No, no, I’m fine. Do you know Lance Parker?”
    “The big-name agent?” Settling once more, she frowned. Everyone in Hollywood knew the name. He represented the best performers in film, stage and music. He even represented Shay Evers.
    “What about him? Did he die?” She didn’t understand what Parker had to do with Kramer wanting to see her.
    “No, he called me.” His gaze dropped to the tablet in front of him. “He wants you.”
     

 
    Chapter 3
     
    Caitlyn stared, her mind turning and twisting the words. Every path they traveled failed to reveal a reason why Parker would want her. When she spoke, she tried to keep her tone even and under control. “Excuse me?” The high pitch in her voice as she answered clearly told her she’d failed.
    Kramer’s head jerked toward her, and he frowned. “Not you, personally. Seems Shay Evers is his client. Evers saw your piece on money-saving coupons and liked it. He wants you to interview him.”
    A gasp escaped her Caitlyn leaned forward, mouth open, staring hard at her boss. “He saw what?”
    With a shake of his head, Kramer snorted. “You know where you interviewed…”
    She waved a hand back and forth to stop him, and then grimaced. When had Evers watched that segment? The piece wasn’t a fine example of her work. Her racing thoughts came to a slow stop. Doubt raised its ugly head. Winning the lotto seemed more possible than what Kramer had just told her. Every top name reporter sought a coveted interview with the illusionist, yet none had succeeded.
    Now Kramer expected her to believe Evers’s agent had requested she do the segment? She never dreamed her boss was capable of playing such a horrible trick on her.
    Her temper flared, causing heat to rise to her face. “Is this a joke?”
    “No joke.” Kramer pushed away from the desk and stood. He picked up the notepad, moved to her side and handed the tablet to her. She focused on the top page.
    Stubby finger pointing at the writing on the page, he explained, “You were the one chosen over every reporter in the world to do the interview. Everything’s set. You leave in the morning in one of his private jets to go to his home in Wales. I’ve decided to send Blake with you to oversee the filming. You two work well together.”
    “You’re serious.” Surprise returned, battled with her temper and won.
    “Dead.”
    “I can’t believe it. Do you realize what this means to my career?” She smiled as the realization struck her, and she gazed at the words written on the paper. There, in Kramer’s bold script, was the charismatic performer’s name, then a double slash followed by her name. When she glanced up at Kramer, a glint from the window caught her attention. She shifted her head to the right.
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