Master of Fortune / Marrying the Lone Star Maverick: Master of Fortune / Marrying the Lone Star Maverick. Katherine Garbera

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СКАЧАТЬ agree. He’s just one of the crowd, but he does have a good ear. We’re looking for artists who can stand out in the crowd whether they are loved or hated, as long as they are noticed. I’m going to chat with him and see if he has any tips for me.”

      It was twenty minutes later when they left for a club in Notting Hill. Cherry Jam had a New York City feel to it. She saw two mates from her old clubbing days, and Henry nodded her off as he was dragged into a rugby conversation with Stan Stubbing, a sports reporter for the Guardian.

      Molly and Maggie Jones were sisters who were only eleven months apart. Maggie, the older of the two, was actually Astrid’s age.

      “Astrid! What are you doing here?”

      “Working! I’m here to check out the bands.”

      “I thought you’d stopped working for that record producer,” Molly said.

      Astrid swallowed. She had become used to the questions about her leaving Mo’s organization, but she’d never really figured out a good answer. “I just started a new job with Everest Records.”

      “Which explains why you are here with Henry Devonshire. He is one cute guy.”

      “He’s my boss,” Astrid said.

      “He can still be cute,” Maggie pointed out.

      “True. What are you drinking?” she asked her friends.

      “Pomegranate martini. Want one?”

      “I’d love one,” Astrid said.

      Molly went to the bar to get her one, and she and Maggie looked for a place to sit but the club was packed and the long, low tables were all full.

      She glanced at the VIP area, where Henry had a table with Roger and a woman who looked familiar. He waved her over as soon he glanced up.

      “Go on,” Maggie said.

      “You can come with me. Henry won’t mind.”

      “All right then. Here’s Molly with your drink,” Maggie said.

      Henry was seated at the head of the U-shaped booth and Roger sat on one side. Astrid slid in next to the woman, Molly followed her and Maggie sat next to Roger.

      “Astrid, this is Steph Cordo. Steph, this is my assistant Astrid.”

      Astrid shook the other woman’s hand. She was older than Astrid expected her to be. Most pop singers seemed to be sixteen these days, but Steph was at least twenty-five. Her eyes said she’d experienced a lot of life.

      “Nice to meet you.”

      “You, as well,” Steph said.

      “These are my friends Maggie and Molly Jones,” she said to the table.

      Once everyone was introduced, Roger and Henry went back to discussing the music business and Astrid turned to Steph.

      “Tomorrow we’re going to have a lot for you to do. Did Henry mention that to you?”

      “Yes. He also said you’d be setting up an appearance at the Everest Mega Store.”

      “I will? I mean, of course I will. We can talk about that tomorrow. When is the best time to reach you?”

      “Anytime except the afternoon. That’s when I sleep.”

      Maggie laughed. “I wish I had that schedule.”

      Steph flushed a little. “I’ve always been a night owl, and my mum’s a nurse. She used to work the overnight shift when I was growing up…. I guess I developed the habit early of staying up to talk to her.”

      “My dad worked nights for a while before he bought his own cabs. We used to have breakfast every morning before school,” Astrid said.

      Her dad had been a cab driver while she was growing up. He still owned a cab but had hired another man to drive it when his health had started to fail. Her mum had been a stay-at-home mum while she and Bethann were in primary school, then she’d gone back to teaching.

      “Me, too. My mates were always having dinner with their folks, but for us it was breakfast.”

      “Us, too. When my dad got sick, that was the one tradition we kept to even when he was in hospital—Bethann and I would make sure we stopped by at breakfast time.”

      “What was your dad in hospital for?”

      “Diabetes,” Astrid said. “He’s had it for most of his life, but he hates to eat right.”

      “My mum would have given him hell if he’d been one of her clients. She is adamant that you can’t neglect your health, and I’ve picked up a few of her healthy habits,” Steph said.

      “Me, too. I think because my dad’s health has always been so bad I’m really aware of what I’m eating and the effect it has on my body. I don’t want to end up like him if I can help it.”

      “Is he bad?” Steph asked.

      “Wheelchair bound,” Astrid said.

      “How has your family handled that?”

      “My sister and I take turns going down and helping our mum out. And we paid to have parts of the house converted so he could use his wheelchair in it. The hallways were so small.”

      “I know what you mean. My mum is always saying this country is behind the times with awareness for the disabled.”

      “The thing is, if my dad had been better about eating right he might not have needed the wheelchair. I didn’t mean to say that he could have helped it—”

      “I know what you mean,” Steph said. “You just want to prevent that from happening to you if at all possible.”

      “Exactly. I just want to live a normal life.”

      “I’ve always been baffled by the words normal schedule. No one really has one. But I think we find ‘normal’ for ourselves,” Steph said.

      “Is Astrid keeping you entertained?” Henry asked.

      “Very much. I like her. She’s not like the other people who I’ve talked to in this industry.”

      “In what way?” Henry asked.

      “She’s real people.” Steph said.

      Astrid smiled and realized that she could be friends with this woman. Something she’d sort of picked up from Steph’s chart-topping song “My World.”

      “It’s going to be nice working with you,” Astrid said.

      “I think so, too,” Steph said.

      The conversation drifted in another direction and Steph turned to talk to Henry. Astrid chatted a bit СКАЧАТЬ