“The present company—the one that’s in New York now—has been booked to open in London. Paula Howard doesn’t want to leave the country. She’s doing a fine job as the grandmother here, but doesn’t think she’s up to making the trip. She wants to resign the part.”
Emily brightened considerably. “And you want me to take her place?” she asked.
Stalkey nodded. “What about it?”
Emily nodded her head emphatically. “When do we leave?”
“Not for another six months. Although Paula wants out right away. Do you think you could take over in two weeks, say?”
“I could take over right now,” Emily declared.
Oscar Stalkey sighed. “Good. At least that’s one thing off my mind.”
“Tell me something, Oscar,” Emily asked curiously. “The New York company is scheduled to go to London in six months. How are you planning to replace them here?”
“I had thought of bringing in the Chicago road company. But now”—Oscar Stalkey shook his head darkly—“I don’t know. We’ll cross that bridge later.”
“There’s one more thing you ought to know,” Emily said. “Marcy Hubbard is thinking of quitting.”