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we discussed this “proposition.”
    I had no idea what he was going to propose. A job, maybe?  He certainly had the power to do that.
    Perhaps this was the big break I’d been waiting for? I was thrilled at the prospect, but it seemed a little odd that he’d called me all the way down here to discuss a simple promotion. Nicholas Colby was a busy man. If he wanted Mariah to promote me, to allow me to become a writer for the magazine, why not send over an e-mail instructing her to do just that? Why take the time out of your schedule to meet with me in person? And, come to think of it, if this was about work, why wasn’t Mariah here?
    I was getting ahead of myself. Maybe I did need that drink after all. I looked around for Mr. Colby’s assistant, but he’d seemingly vanished into thin air.
    Never matter. A minute later Mr. Colby finally arrived.
    “Violet,” he said, walking into the room. I struggled to keep from gasping out loud. He was even more handsome than I remembered. Well over six feet tall, with a full head of da rk brown hair and piercing brown eyes. I was relieved to see that, true to his e-mail, he’d dressed casually – in a pair of khakis and a light blue polo shirt. I could see his bronzed, muscular body poking out from underneath the short sleeves.
    It was almost cruel. How could one man have so much? Infinite wealth and succe ss, plus incredible good looks? And he was only 35-years-old.
    “Thank you so much for waiting, Violet,” he said. “I apologize for being late.”
    “That’s okay,” I told him.
    “I see my assistant has brought you some mineral water.” He nodded approvingly. “Would you like something else to drink?”
    I considered my answer. I was tempted to say, “vodka tonic – and hold the tonic,” but I thought better of it. A little alcohol would really go a long way to steeling my nerves right now, but I didn’t want to come across as a lush. “What are you having?” I asked.
    “ Well,” he glanced at his watch, “I’m done with work for the day and I usually like to unwind with a glass of scotch in the evenings,” he said. “But given that you were coming over I’ve had some white wine chilling in the fridge. There’s red, as well, if you’d prefer that.”
    “White’s great,” I said.
    I expected him to call for his assistant, but he stood up and walked around the boardroom table and over to a small fridge in the corner. He got out a bottle of sauvignon blanc and produced two glasses. A moment later, he’d set them down in front of me and was pouring our drinks. 
    “So how was your day, Violet?” he asked. “Anything interesting going on?”
    I wasn’t sure how to respond. Um, yes, I’ve been summoned by a handsome billionaire to discuss a proposition. Other than that, nothing interesting. Didn’t really seem like an appropriate thing to say.
    “Good,” I said, sipping my wine. “Busy.” I took another drink, swirled the liquid around in my mouth, savoring the taste. “Yours?”
    “The same,” he said. “I had a lot of business in Japan to deal with. I’m afraid my company over there isn’t doing so hot at the moment,” he revealed. “It looks like I’ll be forced to take a trip to Tokyo to straighten things out.”
    “When do you leave?” I asked.
    “In a day or so,” he replied. “I haven’t finalized my schedule yet.” He took a sip of his wine. “Some of that will depend on what happens in this meeting.”
    I knew I should respond somehow – a quick or witty one-liner would have been perfect. But I was too tongue-tied to think of anything. Instead, I waited for him to g o on.
    “I mentioned on the phone yesterday that I have a proposition for you,” he began. “Would you like to know what it is?”
    Would I like to know? YES! PLEASE! I AM DYING TO KNOW! DON’T MAKE ME WAIT A SECOND LONGER.
    “I’m a little curious,” I said, hoping I sounded confident and casual, hoping he didn’t know that I was dying