DORIS
I slept better than I thought I would. I didn’t know what my next step should be. Should I quit Heritage Properties and look for another real estate job?
I was jolted out of my reverie when my phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize. My first thought was that perhaps it was Arthur trying to trick me, calling from a different number.
I was going to ignore it, but something told me I should answer.
“Hello?”
“Is this Doris? This is Mr. Owens.“
The record executive!
“Yes, sir, how can I help you?“
He laughed. “The question is, how can I help you? I just listened to that demo you made, and I think it’s pretty good. Fantastic, actually. I’d like to talk to you about signing a record deal. Could you come into my office later this afternoon?”
I look
