computers, but they both glance up when I enter. Sasha either doesn’t notice me or pretends not to.
“Morning,” Rex and Casey say nearly in unison.
“How’s everyone doing?” I ask, watching for their reaction. I’ve been wondering if I might have contacted either one of them—perhaps in some lunatic way—when I was MIA.
“All good,” Rex says and swivels his dark eyes back to the screen. In the year and a half I’ve been doing the podcast, I’ve probably heard the guy say a couple hundred words.
Casey, however, smiles and affords me her full attention, setting down a green juice concoction in a plastic cup the size of a rocket ship.
“Got anything for me?” she asks, eyeing my tote bag. I’ve worked with Casey for two years now and she’s not only fun and considerate, but a pro in every respect.
“No, I’m going to stick to the plan I sent you last night. Our guest is on her way?”
“Yeah, but she texted to say she’s running ten minutes late. So much for taking your own advice, right? In her books she warns people to never be late for a meeting.”
“Ha. For the powerful, rules are meant to be broken.”
Both she and Rex seem totally normal, making me think that neither has witnessed any bizarre behavior on my part. And yet everything in the room seems slightly out of frame to me. I feel like if I reached out to touch Casey or Rex, my hand would miss by an inch or two.
Is it simply because I’m still a little wobbly from last week? Or is this out-of-frame sensation an alert about my mental state, one I should be heeding? Were there warning signs before the first dissociative state that I didn’t know how to interpret? Please, I silently beg, don’t let this be happening again. Maybe Hugh was right when he urged me to postpone the recording a week.
I’m also a little jittery, I realize, about my meeting with Damien. It’s only a few hours away.
I inhale slowly, hold, then release. I can do this, I tell myself.
“Want me to grab you a coffee?” Casey asks, as if sensing my unease.
“Actually, I’ll get it,” I say, dumping my jacket and bag on the saggy couch. “But walk me to the elevator, will you, Casey?”
Outside in the hall, I thank her again for allowing Sasha to take over the last spot of the show.
“Not a problem,” she says. She rakes a hand across the crown of her long, strawberry-blond hair. “I know it’s all about keeping the sponsor happy.”
In the café on the ground floor of the building, I order chamomile tea at the counter and carry it to a small table, where I sip it slowly and take a few more deep breaths. I feel more present suddenly. Maybe the disconnected sensation was simply jitters from the extra cup of coffee I drank at the diner.
By the time I’m back upstairs, my guest, the former Wall Streeter/book author Jamie Parkin, is in the outer part of the studio, chatting with Casey and Sasha. I discover she’s fairly aloof in person, not what I was expecting based on the engaging shot on her book cover. Damn, I think. I’ll need to charm her, make her seem more accessible, but I’m hardly at the top of my game today.
This, however, isn’t Parkin’s first rodeo, and she turns out to be a polished interview subject, with plenty of hard-won wisdom to share. She offers a few excellent strategies for not only negotiating one’s salary but also for scoring promotions, perks, and opportunities at work.
For the next segment—“Your Money Q and A”—Casey joins me in the sound booth, and I respond to queries readers have submitted online, which she reads to me from her laptop. I’ve previewed them, of course, and scribbled notes in advance, and I’m pleased with how my answers come out. Sasha, I notice, is studying a sheet of paper in the outer part of the studio and briskly rubbing her hands, as if in anticipation of her upcoming role.
And now it’s time for the final segment, “Let’s Chat Dollars and Sense,” which is meant to be a light, casual close to the show. As Casey departs, Sasha strides into the sound booth, takes the seat across the desk from me, and adjusts her headset. I catch Casey rolling her eyes at Rex.
“You all set?” I ask Sasha.
“Absolutely.”
We’re given the signal to start, and after introducing Sasha as my intern, I tee up