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man. Jet really didn’t care, but Clay did. Clay wasn’t
willing to go down without a fight.
    Clay had won for the first part of the
interview with Ms. Emily Brinkman. He’d been polite and helped ask
Mary’s intelligent, important questions, but Jet needed to know
more. He could not, would not let anyone work for him who
had no respect for what he did. And, yeah, he had expected these
folks to do a little digging. When Mary had called them all for
interviews, she gave them basic information. She said she wanted to
know what they did with it. Well, Clay knew they’d use it to find
out more about him and his band, and he figured that was the smart
thing to do. But that did not by a long shot mean they were metal
fans. And if they weren’t metal fans (or at least knowledgeable
about harder rock), then he had no use for them. He didn’t want to
spend days explaining things his personal assistant should already
know. And how could that person passionately represent him if he or
she only knew him from a fact sheet? It was do-or-die as far as
Clay (or Jet) was concerned, and he didn’t give a shit if they were
good on paper or better educated than all the other applicants. If
they couldn’t prove to him they knew his business for real, then he
had no use for them. When he tried to explain it to Mary, he’d
said, “Would you buy a Ford from a guy who drove a Chevy? Fuck no.
Would you trust a guy who sold Pepsi but drank Coke? Of course not.
So why the hell would we hire someone who doesn’t get it?” At least that little speech had seemed to sink in with her a little
bit.
    He’d discovered that morning before they’d
started, though, that Mary hadn’t told them who Clay was or what
band he played for when she’d arranged the interviews. She’d simply
told them general facts. She had a statement prepared when starting
the interview that gave them more information. Even better.
    So, when Mary’s questions were done, Clay
smiled at Emily for a moment. The woman kept her cool, and Clay
became convinced that she would win against him in a stare down
contest. He filled his lungs with air, realizing he really liked
her intensity. He found his first question. “First rock album you
ever bought.”
    No hesitation. “Godsmack, Faceless .”
    Oh, that was good. “First concert.”
    She smiled. She was up for the challenge.
“Bullet for My Valentine.”
    “A band you always buy a new release from,
whether you’ve heard it or not.”
    “Used to be Three Days Grace. Now…I don’t
know. Um, maybe Art of Dying.”
    He smiled back and nodded his head. He could
feel an energy between them. “Favorite band.”
    She tilted her head and broke eye contact,
glancing up at the ceiling. That question was making her think. He
wouldn’t be upset if she didn’t say his band. In fact, he’d be more
upset if she did say Last Five Seconds, because it would
seem fake, as though she’d just said it just for the interview. He
wanted real . “Seether.”
    Fuck yeah. Inside, Clay was fist pumping.
This woman was on fire, and he was ready to offer her the job. He
knew Mary would punch him in the arm if he did. As it was, she was
tolerating his barrage of questions. “Good answer.” Now for the
most telling response of all, one he needed to know. “Favorite
guitarist.”
    She smiled again. One more time, without
pause. She knew exactly what she wanted to say. “Jimi Hendrix.”
    “Excellent choice.” He took a deep breath,
almost surprised he wasn’t getting hard. “I’d like to think I’m in
your top fifty.”
    Her smile turned into a grin that almost
looked shy. That was odd and somehow a turn on from this confident
woman. “Oh, you definitely are.”
    Both Clay and Jet were really digging
her.
    * * *
    The rapid fire part of the interview where
guitar god Jet pummeled her with questions about her favorites in
rock music was actually pretty cool, and it made her almost feel
connected to him right off the bat. That he