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She’d moved quickly after that

By twelve thirty, she was dressed for corporate Aht froh-heeled black pus

She looked in the mirror Good Fine Demure but stylish

She was ready

She took the N train to Fifth Avenue and 53rd Street, walked to Madison Avenue, checked the nus…

Her jaw dropped

She’d figured out that Marco Santini was rich and powerful but this was ined MS Enterprises was not housed in a touch-the-clouds skyscraper—it was the skyscraper

This job, a one-day gig for a corporation like this, could be a lot more important than all those miserable weeks at the Tune-In

Back straight, shoulders squared, she went briskly through the doors and to the lobby reception desk She identified herself, one of the receptionists made a call, smiled pleasantly and directed her to the tenth floor

At Hu individual handed her a stack of papers and a pencil She spent tenout the usual stuff required for corporate job interviews, not just her narees, skills, etc It see to hire her for one day and

only to play the piano but she’d gone this route before, even when she’d applied for a waitressing job at a fancy Upper East Side restaurant

At precisely one thirty, she was ushered into Jane Barnett’s office

“Ms Madison,” the HR er said pleasantly, “I must be honest and tell you that I don’t know very much about music and musicians”

Emily smiled just as pleasantly

“Then I must be equally honest and tell you that I don’t know much about MS Enterprises”