I’ve Got Your Number
The secretary buzzed Anne in and she boarded the elevator to the top floor of the corporate-looking building. She searched the doors for the correct room- Suite 10, Julius Enzo Enterprises. From the other side of the door she could hear a clarinet softly playing “Send in the Clowns.” Anne knocked.
Mr. Enzo answered the door, clarinet in hand, and smiled at the sight of his guest. “You must be Miss Winderfine,” he said, shaking her hand.
“It’s very nice to meet you at last, Mr. Enzo,” Anne replied.
“None of that Mr. Enzo stuff! All my colleagues call me Julius or Jenzo. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.” He pushed open the door a bit more to reveal the sunny, well-furnished room that may as well have been the parlor of a cabana. “Can I get you a coffee?”
“No thank you,” said Anne.
Julius shrugged and placed his clarinet on the long polished desk. He laced his fingers together as Anne sat in a nearby chair, shifting as she pondered why she was there. She knew that Enzo Enterprises had been working on a revival of A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, but surely this guy wasn’t interested in involving her with it. Not at this point, anyway.
“No doubt you’re wondering why I reached out to you again,” Julius remarked. Anne nodded. “Well, I admire your pluck and raw talent, Anne- I wanted to know if you’d be interested in participating in a project. It’s a performance workshop that my organization is trying to get off the ground. We meet twice a week at Ripley-Grier, hone your craft, everything culminates in a showcase for my industry friends.”
“What is the price?”
“For you, I’m not going to charge anything. We have a handful of thespians signed up already- together we shall get the word out about the program and hopefully make some dreams come true.” He paused, cocking his head thoughtfully. “That’s really all I ever want to do, Anne…help people realize their potential.”
Anne pondered this for a moment. It could be a worthwhile offer, and although she still didn’t feel completely secure in her skin that day, Julius Enzo had a magnetic pull. He was captivating- and charismatic enough that even as he escorted her back to the lobby, she didn’t think twice about the weird book that glittered on one of his shelves.