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Sipping on a glass of Cabernet in her tony East Side apartment, Cassie rifled through her mail. Boom! There it was. The answer to her problems.
She ripped open the invitation. It was to her tenth high school reunion. That would be the perfect place to reconnect with Mike. She picked up her cell.
“Angela? Angela Faiola?”
“It’s Cassie. Cassie Newsome. Your high school classmate.”
“Oh! Of course, of course. Cassie. How are you? Are you coming to the reunion?”
“Yes. Are you making a list of people coming available?”
“We have a Facebook group. If you’re looking to reconnect with someone, why don’t you join?”
“I will. Thanks.”
“If you want to help out, we can always use another pair of hands.”
“I’d love to help, but I’m launching a new program and my plate is full.”
“A new program? On TV?”
“How exciting! I hope you’ll tell me all about it at the reunion.”
“Sure will. Thanks.”
Cassie hung up and sat back, She opened her laptop and went to Facebook. Looked like it was going to be easier to connect with Mike than she thought. But convincing him to go along with her plan was another story.
She joined the group, then searched for Mike. His name was there. She added a post, then called Ned.
“Hey, baby. What’s up?”
“Hey, baby. What’s up?”
“I’ve got a way to get in touch with Mike.”
“Great! The sooner the better. I’m working with Josh and Tina on locations for your outings.”
“How much time will I have to spend with him?”
“However much it takes to make your reunion look real.”
“I’d really rather be with you, working behind the scenes,” she said.
“We talked about this. I thought we’d agreed that you and I would have to take a little break. Just until the show is in the bag.”
“Of course, you won’t be with him twenty-four/seven. If you can sneak away and spend the night with me, well –that’d be great.”
“Mike won’t care. He wasn’t exactly in love with me,” she replied.
“Are you sure? Nerds fall hard, babe. They just don’t know how to say it.”
She chuckled. “Maybe. But that was forever ago.”
“When he sees you again, well, just don’t fall for him, okay?”
She laughed. “Like he could be any competition for you?”
“You never know.”
“I’m committed, Ned. You’re the one who’s only got one foot in. Not me.”
“That’s not true. I’m giving everything I have to make this program work. It’s for us, baby. Us. The success will belong to you and me. Do you understand?”
“I do. Don’t like it much.”
“Don’t be a whiner. We both have to make sacrifices. That’s the price of success. And if this succeeds? We’ll be on track, rolling. I mean millions. And you can kiss penny-pinching goodbye.”
She sighed. What he said was true. They’d make out bigtime if the show caught on. Financial security drove her, it’s what she had been working toward.
Leaving her poor background behind had been Cassie’s motivation for working twelve hour days to get ahead. She saved every cent she could, not taking taxis, buying her fancy wardrobe on sale, and eating home every night.
Her goal was so close. And to have a sexy, smart man part of the package of success and freedom from fear of poverty was a huge plus.
“Okay. I’ll stop bitching,” she relented.
“That’s my girl. Besides, a few days off won’t hurt us. We’re strong,” he said.
“Call me after you connect with that guy.”
Cassie hung up. She wondered why she didn’t feel happy. The plan was falling into place.