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respected and liked her
answers made her feel a sort of affection for him. He wasn’t some
musician, all high and mighty and full of himself. He was instead a
down-to-earth guy with a real passion for music, and by the time he
wound down those questions, she realized he wanted to hire someone
who felt the same way. She was pretty sure, based on the smile on
his face, that she had passed the test.
    The sweet woman named Mary had just sat
quietly while Emily and Jet had volleyed words back and forth
across the table. Afterward, though, Mary had gotten down to the
nitty-gritty. She said, “I think you’ve definitely got the
education and skills, and I know Clay is impressed with your music
knowledge.”
    Clay said, “Love. Not knowledge. Love.”
    Mary looked like she was on the verge of
rolling her eyes. “ Love . But I want to see how you would
handle some of the day-to-day tasks we’d have you doing.”
    Emily raised her eyebrows and then nodded her
head. “Okay. Sounds fair.”
    Mary stood. “To do that, we have to go to his
office.”
    Clay looked over at Mary, and Emily sensed
that the man hadn’t expected his helper to do that. He didn’t say
anything, though. He stood around the same time Emily did, and he
motioned for her to follow Mary, and he would be behind them both.
She had to keep her cool, knowing his eyes were on her back.
    Soon they were near the end of the long hall
on the east side of the house, and Mary opened a door. The room
wasn’t too terribly big, but it had a few book shelves and a huge
desk by the window. There was a laptop on top and a printer to the
side, on top of a two-drawer filing cabinet, but what caught her
attention was the daunting pile of what she guessed was mail in the
center of the desk, just in front of the computer on the side where
the chair was.
    Unopened mail.
    Dear heavens. Did he get this much fan mail
in a day? A week? A month? She was surprised people still resorted
to paper mail nowadays when it was easy enough to write on your
fave rock star’s Facebook page or to send him a tweet. She would
have thought cyberspace would make snail mail contact of one’s
favorite rock star crush obsolete.
    Well, that was okay. She considered herself
quite organized, and sorting through that kind of mail daily or
weekly wouldn’t be bad. She hoped her initial shock hadn’t shown on
her face. She knew if they looked at her now, she would appear calm
and composed. No big deal, she wanted her face to say.
    Mary said, “Think of this as just another
interview question. I’d like to see you go through this mail and
organize it. There is no time limit. and if you decide it’s too
much, that’s fine, but I’d just like to see how you go through
it.”
    Emily took a deep breath. Okay. That made
sense. She glanced over at Jet and he looked almost horrified.
Emily bit her bottom lip to stifle a grin. What the hell did girls
write him that he seemed freaked out having her glance through the
pile? Well, he’d have to get used to it if they hired her. She
planned to be cool and composed, and she would try not to read
anything.
    She walked over to the other side of the desk
and sat in the swivel chair. She noticed a piece junk mail on top.
“Do you have a wastebasket?” Mary nodded and grabbed one from
beside one of the bookshelves and started to bring it to the desk.
Emily had another thought, though. This too was a test. Jet was a
famous guy and probably everything with his personal info that left
his house should be unrecognizable. “On second thought—do you have
a shredder?”
    Jet tilted his head to consider her and Mary
said, “There’s one in the garage.”
    Emily nodded. First stack: Crap that needed
to be shredded. She might not need the trashcan after all. To the
left side, she started that pile with the piece of mail that was in
her hand—a thick envelope with a credit card offer inside. She
somehow doubted Jet was shopping for a credit card. He probably had
all the