“We went at it about 15 minutes. Then he handed me his card — he was just getting well known then, I just recognized the name — and said, ‘You have the tenacity of a terrier. I need that in an assistant. Do you want the job?’ “I thought he was crazy, but … He challenged me. I had to prove something to him.” She still hadn’t figured out that part. She wet her throat with a draw of ice-watered Sierra Mist. “It turned out he’d gone through all the network’s assistants and found them … wanting. No wonder. He’d call me from the office at 11 at night to tell me to find out everything I could on some CEO who might be involved in some shady deal. And he needed it by noon tomorrow. But I liked that. We made a good team. We had fun. And I got great shots of Michael Jordan sinking three-pointers.” “So why’d you leave?” Marti stabbed the ice with her straw. “We got to be … too good a team.” A silence tightened between them. “Oh.” “At work, I mean,” she explained. “All my time and energy went for the job. I didn’t have time to paint. Then Jordan left the game and I’m stuck with these half-finished sketches cluttering up my apartment.” She started gathering empty wrappers onto the tray.
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