CHAPTER 6
The next night after the show, Vito walked into my dressing room just after I finished dressing.
"I've got somebody for you to meet," he said. "A banker from the East Coast. A friend of mine. A guy I've done business with for a long time. He worked up quite a bit of admiration for you watching you on that stage."
"I'm awfully tired, Vito," I said apologetically. "It was really rough tonight. There was a big crowd and I could see that I had to put out."
"But you ought to meet this guy," he said, undaunted by my statement.
He escorted a tall, well-built, strikingly handsome, dark-haired man into the room. The guy was built as solidly as Vito, and possessed a warm smile.
"This is my friend, Mike," Vito said. "Mike, this is the girl you said you wanted to meet. This is one o
