songs.
All the tension drained from her body as she glanced at the tablet. For a moment, she stared at the name. She straightened and gasped.
Marcy.
Caitlyn had to let her friend know she changed her mind about the invitation. Tonight she would have the chance to observe Evers without anyone noticing. First objective on her agenda: call Marcy and, right after, do a search for any information about him she might have missed during the years. At least, now she could surf the web for him without waves of guilt washing over her.
She half-jogged to her desk. Dropping into her chair, she grabbed the phone and punched in Marcy’s number. “Hey, I changed my mind. It’s not too late, is it?”
“You wanna go?”
“Yes.”
“Sweet. Come by my place at five thirty. We’ll get ready together. I’m not letting you out in public dressed in one of those stiff suits,” Marcy said. “How’d your meeting go? It must have turned out okay for you to change your mind about tonight.”
Caitlyn grinned. “Yes, Kramer had some good news for me. I’ve been assigned a major interview. Listen, I’ve got a lot to do before five thirty, so I’ll see you then.”
After placing the receiver on the hook, she faced her laptop and clicked several keys, typing out the superstar’s name for an internet search. The end results, though, left her with little more information than she already knew. All the sites she glanced through showed numerous photographs, but told her nothing about his personal life except to say he was a private person. There was never any mention of a love interest, no hint of a secret scandal hovering in his closet, nothing out of the ordinary.
Caitlyn shook her head. She’d take notes on the flight so she wouldn’t have to wing the most important interview of her lackluster career. This assignment could either make or destroy her, and she refused to allow the latter to happen.
She touched a small card taped on the left-hand corner of her laptop.
Trust in your own abilities–the force behind your goals. Take each day, one by one. Look for the strength in your soul and believe you will move forward, past tomorrow. Trust that all things will work out and believe you have the power to succeed.
This card with the inspiring words was her only concession to what she considered foolishness. As practical as the loafers on her feet, she stayed away from frivolous activities. Yet, this card with its sweet phrases reminded her to stay on track with her goals. Most of these she had completed, but the one large goal, to move out of the small interviews and into the larger, more serious ones, had passed her by.
Until now. She was on the right path, and she would not allow anything or anyone to stop her.
With one last glance at the notepad, she ripped out the page and pulled her purse from her desk drawer. The sheet fit perfectly over the laptop keyboard before she closed the lid. She wanted to keep the paper as a memento of her success.
She remembered what Kramer said about shopping. She’d purchase a few of the illusionist’s videos. Excited about the changes this interview promised with her future career, she glanced about her cubicle one last time. Laptop in its carrying case and with her head high, she left the newsroom without a backward glance.
Chapter 4
In an attempt to attract buyers, the video store played the current movie trailers for shoppers browsing in the mall. All the monitors in their showcase displayed the same clips. Caitlyn ignored the screens. She started to enter the store, when a white flash caught her eye, and she swerved toward the window.
The screens lit up with the opening to a Shay Evers performance. On stage, he paced back and forth speaking to the audience. Caitlyn smiled and tilted her head as anticipation for the approaching interview built inside her. She savored the soft lyrical words spoken with a Welsh accent. Shay, with that gorgeous, sexy voice, asked the