CHAPTER 12

The mariachi band was in full swing as Yolanda took another sip of her margarita. Natalie was shaking her head to the beat as she tried to figure out what they should start with. Doneraki was near the job and had become one of Yolanda’s favorite Mexican restaurants. It reminded her of being at a coastal bar in Mexico when she and—well, never mind; no sense in ruining the good mood she was in. Natalie had insisted that they go out and celebrate her having aced her first interview with Maxwell.

“I’ll just have queso with fajita steak in it, to start. Oh, and another margarita,” Natalie told the waitress.

“I’ll have the same.”

“So was Maxwell all business, or what?”

“Very serious. He barely cracked a smile the whole time he was interviewing me. I doubt he allows any playtime at work. I mean, he’s Dee Dee’s right-hand man. He’s in charge of all the managers, the creative director, everyone.”

“So that means—”

Natalie stopped when she heard Yolanda’s cellphone. Yolanda looked at her and picked up.

“Hello?”

“Miss Peterson?”

“Yes?”

“This is Beverly, Dee Dee’s personal secretary. She has requested that you come for a second interview tomorrow morning at 9:00 sharp.”

“Great. I’ll be there.”

“Thank you.”

Yolanda hung up the phone and started beating the wood table. Her heart pounded from excitement.

“You got it?” Natalie asked.

“I got the second interview!” Yolanda squealed with delight.

“I knew you would!” Natalie said, her excitement matching Yolanda’s. “That job is as good as yours.”

“You know what? I’m starting to believe that myself.”