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“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed.
She held a silencing finger up. “If you do one thing for me.”
“Anything, Maiv. I’ll do anything.”
“Good. I was hoping you’d say that.” She leaned forward on her desk, dropped the pen, and clasped her hands. “I need you to get an exclusive with Connor Roe.”
I choked on my next breath. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Connor Roe is the biggest bachelor in New York City. He is on his way to being one of the richest men in all of New York, if not the world, and he has never once done an interview. Everyone in the industry is clawing at the opportunity to get him on their cover, but he refuses to allow anyone the opportunity.”
Wow. Was Connor truly that successful? Jason had hardly ever talked about work people when we spent time together. Still, I didn’t see how I could help Maiv.
“Well, if he doesn’t want to be interviewed—”
“Senior editor,” she cut in.
“What?”
“If you get Connor Roe to come toPassionto be on the cover of our September issue, I will make you senior editor.”
No way. Senior editors always received the best projects. They were able to travel and see the world. Just a few months earlier, Abby had been in Iceland following a story about an explorer for two months. That was what I’d dreamed about, doing the big stories that allowed me to see the world at the same time, to experience different cultures, different lifestyles, to see lives bigger than my own.
“You mean it?” I pushed out, feeling as if I were dreaming. “I’d be able to travel for work and write the meaningful articles?”
“If you get Connor to do an exclusive with us, you can write whatever you want.” She held up a hand quickly. “Within reason, obviously.”
“Yes, of course.”
“So”—she narrowed her eyes—“you can do it?”
What was it about Connor that made people crave to be inside his brain so much? It was almost as if Maiv was begging for me to get him to agree to the article. Well, as close to begging as she’d ever get, at least.
I nodded. “Yes, of course. Not a problem. I’ll have him on board ASAP.”
“By Friday.”
“Friday? Like…” I gulped hard. “This Friday? Like, in a few days?”
“Yes.”
“As in, one, two, three—”
“If you can’t make it happen, that’s all you have to—”
“No! No! I can make it happen. It’s pretty much already happening. There is no doubt in my mind that Connor Roe will be on the front cover of this magazine come this September. Yup, that’s right, because me and him are buddies. Pals. Amigos. Friends. We’re pretty much Phoebe and Joey. Yup, that’s us. Ketchup and mustard. Tom and—”
“Aaliyah.”
“Yes?”
“You can leave my office now.”
“Right. Okay. Thank you, Maiv, for giving me this opportunity. This is my dream position, my dream job. I know I probably don’t deserve this at all after quitting, so thank you so much for doing this.”
“You said this is your dream job?”
“Yes, it really is.”
