Friday, March 23, 2018
Dream On ~ Part 7
She faced Molly who was watching her with wide, hopeful eyes. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
Molly squealed with delight and clapped her hands together. “Oh thank you, Arlyn! Thank you. Thank you.”
Arlyn knew Molly wanted to jump up and hug her, but was thankful that she didn’t. All her nerves felt like they were on the outside of her body, and even a simple hug might send her in the paralyzed state known as cataplexy.
“While you’re getting him to sign, I’ll get the first list of questions to Cathy so she can get started on the interview. Give me at least three days to pull that together, a week would be better.”
Molly’s smile faltered. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”
“Molly, I need at least three days to do the research. If he’s busy then push the book back. If he likes my writing so much, then he should appreciate all the research, thought, and effort I put into the initial interview. It’s a crucial step.”
“He’ll only speak with you,” said Molly, her voice almost in a squeak. Arlyn knew it was because Molly was afraid she’d change her mind.
Arlyn walked back to the couch and sat. “You know that’s not possible. I have a very strict schedule to go by. It can’t be altered, if it is then I might go into an episode. Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be? He’d probably fire me on the spot.”
“Can’t we just tell Cordel Foster about your narcolepsy? I’m sure he’d understand.”
Arlyn shook her head. “I’d rather not.”
“Okay, let’s do this,” said Molly. “I will tell him you have a strict schedule, but not why. You’re a writer, writers are eccentric, and everyone knows that. I’ll tell him it’s part of your process. I’ll get him to agree. If he agrees will you?”
Arlyn didn’t want to get Molly fired, but she could feel herself already regretting her decision. Molly’s phone dinged indicating a text had come through. She pulled it from her purse and looked at it. When she looked back up, Arlyn saw her eyes were filled with tears.
“What is it?” asked Arlyn, scooting closer to her friend.
Molly turned the phone towards Arlyn, so she could read the text. It was from Molly’s boss: Just got out of a meeting with VP. Land the Foster contract or we’re all fired.
Arlyn thrust her chin up. She was not going to let Molly get fired, much less the whole team of people she had worked so hard with over the past decade. “Text him back and tell him it’s in the bag. I’m in. But Molly, you’ve got to get Cordel to agree with the schedule or we’re done before we get started.”
Molly let out a sob of relief as her fingers flew across the screen of the phone. She hit send and tossed the phone back in her purse. “I’ll get him to agree. Thank you so much, Arlyn. I know how much you hate this …”
“… but I love you Molly,” said Arlyn. “And I must love you a lot to let Cordel Foster into my life.”