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she'd yet looked at something that she had asked for last week and said was urgent.

Maybe Rodney hadn't been serious after all. It was just a game he played with
innocent young women on the subway. In addition to doing whatever he did to make
women drool over him like they did, he also liked to pretend he had power over their
lives. But that still didn't answer the question of how he knew who I was and how to
find me to send the job offer. I really shouldn't have responded.

Then there was an e-mail ding, and Rodney's reply appeared in my in-box. It took
me two tries to open it, for my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't hold the
mouse steady. "I'm glad you decided to hear us out, Katie," the message read. "Five
fifteen today, the coffee shop on Broadway near Rector. You won't regret it."
I wrote the information in my planner, replied that I would meet him at the designated
place and time, then deleted the e-mail. Out of sheer paranoia, I went into my sent
items folder and deleted both my initial response and my confirmation. I knew Mimi
wasn't nearly computer literate enough to know there even was a sent items folder,
but I wasn't taking any chances. I wanted the next job firmly lined up before I left
this one, willingly or otherwise.

After her outburst earlier in the afternoon, Mimi was strangely quiet the rest of the
day. That only made me nervous, for it was likely just the calm before the storm. She
was probably in her office plotting ways to make me look bad without making
herself look stupid. I kept my fingers crossed most of the day, hoping she didn't pull
one of her "Oh, before you leave today" routines of dropping something on my desk
at five minutes to five.

At four thirty I took a casual stroll to the bathroom to touch up my hair and makeup.
I wasn't dressed quite the way I'd like to be for a job interview, but this didn't sound
like it would be a conventionaljob interview. It wasn't like I was begging Rod to hire
me. Instead, I was asking him why I should even listen to him. He should be the one
dressing up.

When I'd put a call through to Mimi that I knew would keep her occupied for a
while, I printed out my resume, then sprinted to the printer room to collect it the
moment it came off the printer. I got it into my briefcase just as Mimi hung up the
phone, but she still didn't come into my cube, which was a relief.

The second my computer clock said it was five, I shut it down, then gathered my
purse and briefcase. I didn't change into my walking shoes, but that wasn't unusual,
as I most often changed in the lobby. I liked to look professional the entire time I
was in the office, ever since the day Mimi caught me with an assignment as I came
through the door and I had to spend most of the morning in the wrong shoes.

My heart beat faster as I neared the coffee shop. Why was I doing this? Oh yeah, I
was stuck in a dead-end job working for a complete psycho. The city sanitation
workers had a more pleasant working environment than I did.

Rodney was waiting at a table by the window, just inside the doorway. With him was
Mr. Right, the cute guy I'd seen on the subway. I hadn't been imagining that they
knew each other. They both stood as I entered. "Katie!" Rodney greeted me, his