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    Ride With Me – (Chapter: ooh yeah.)

    Spencer took a deep breath and pressed the button for the elevator. The lobby marble shone from the sunshine flooding the front of the building. The windows were slightly tinted, but the sun was in full flight today and ignoring the darkened glass. It glinted off the chrome of the elevator doors as Spencer waited.

    She was nervous. She was so nervous her palms were sweating. For starters, she couldn’t believe she’d gotten this far. Her first interview had gone well, her second had gone better, but surely there were people far more qualified than her. Nevertheless, she was here, at her final interview for the job.

    The most prestigious bloody job in LA. Personal assistant to one young rock star, the elusive Ms. Ashley Davies.

    How you could be a rockstar and still have no one know what you look like was beyond Spencer, but the girl had managed it. The daughter of the very famous Raife Davies, the young woman had hit stardom at a young age, just twenty. Somehow she’d decided that she didn’t want all the palava that went with being recognized in public and had released four albums without her face ever making it to press. It was one of the biggest mysteries since JFK. People were constantly claiming to be her and then being publicly shamed when they turned out to be lying.

    Her live shows were few, and those that she did do, were shrouded in carefully placed light and dark, her face never shown. Her albums never had her on them, at least, not her face, and she never did photo publicity.

    She was, as it were, a complete mystery.

    And now Spencer was at her final interview to become the girl’s PA. A busy but incredible job. Spencer wondered if she’d have to do the whole thing with a blindfold on. Probably not.

    The elevator was taking its time arriving.

    When it finally opened, she entered swiftly, pushing the button for eight and then the close door button. She was well in time, always early, but she’d rather be up there. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand snuck in between activating the safety catch and opening them.

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