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she ever desired. Wrap her in the finest silks and cover her in diamonds.
    At that moment I realize that she is what I have been waiting for and didn’t know I missed.
     
                                             

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    ADONIA
     
    I pick through the letters at the mailbox anxiously hoping for an interview at one of the many places I have applied.
    Three responses are tucked in with the mountain of bills in my box. I tear through the first one with eager fingers and smooth out the folds. I read the first line and my face falls…. “Unfortunately, Miss Kostas we have already filled the position. Thank you for applying and we wish you all the best in your future endeavors.”
    Well fuck.
    I yank open the next one and it is a mirror of the first. By the time I discard both and run my finger along the third one my heart is racing. I pray for good news.
    With shaky fingers I slid e the white flap open and pull out the form letter. But this isn’t a standard letter at all.
     
    Miss Kostas,
     
    Your presence is eagerly requested to interview for the intern position offered at Garai Enterprises.
     
    Your anticipated response is valued highly and we offer any assistance to further your decision.
     
    Regards,
     
    Amanda Strickling
    P/A to Mr. Khai Garai
     
    Holy shit! My heart breaks into a sprint. Garai Enterprises is the largest conglomerate in Manhattan and an internship would open any door out there. I jump up and down screaming before I tear up the steps to my apartment.
    I barely la y down my purse before I reach for the phone and dial the number on her attached business card.
    It r ings twice. “Mr. Garai’s office, Amanda Strickling speaking.” Her tone is clipped and to the point, efficient.
    “Uh, yes, Miss Strickland… this is Adonia Kostas and I—”
    “Yes, Miss Kostas, I have been waiting for your call. I trust you received your correspondence?” Her tone much more warm and cheerful.
    “Ah, yes ma’am, I received it today.”
    “Well then, will we receive the pleasure of your company in an interview for the position?”
    “Yes ma’am,” I croak then clear my throat, “Yes, I would be honored.”
    “Very well, our offices are located in mid-town, the address is included in your letter. You r interview time is at 9AM sharp tomorrow.”
    “I’ll be there, thank you very much.”
    “Good day, Miss Kostas.”
    I stare at the alien contraption in my hand like it holds the answers to the universe. My head is spinning. Holy fucking shit! I have an interview with the most exclusive company in America. This just can’t be real. I don’t even remember applying there.
    I slump down on the sofa and stare at the window trying to get my garbled thoughts to become coherent.
    When it finally s inks in I jump from the sofa and dance around the room. The thought of making enough money to maybe get out of this old apartment and get something with heat and working appliances makes me want to scream from the rooftop.
    I jog to the fridge and yank out the wine bottle. I am going to celebrate. As I pull it out of the tray I freeze in my tracks. He is here; I feel it. I whip my head around searching for his beautiful face.
    My eyes ca tch a blur out the window and I walk over peering through the blinds. But I immediately scold myself—how silly! What do I think; he is just hanging outside my fourth story window. HA! I’ve been watching too many freaking supernatural movies.
    I walk back to the wine bottle and pour a huge glass leaning against the counter with the stupidest grin on my face. For the first time in my life I feel hope.
    I toss and turn all night unable to sleep with excitement and wracked nerves. When the digital numbers hit 6AM I jump out of bed and pull on my running clothes. The dawn is just breaking as I run along side the river. It casts amber and purple streaks across the ripples in the water. I stop for a moment just to appreciate the