[Wednesday, Billboard magazine interview! Vanity Fair journalist exclusive interview!]
Swipe! A colored pen streaked across the form, leaving behind a bright red cross.
Link gave a slight smile, the joy of crossing things off probably only something a busy person like himself could understand, as he straightened his tie in front of the mirror and put on his sunglasses before leaving the apartment.
At noon, a silver-grey Porsche business van was parked on the direct driveway in front of Yorkville Apartments.
Seeing Link come out, the driver, Bob, got down to open the car door and, after Link got in, drove towards the Metropolitan Theater.
"Boss, Eminem just called; he wants to talk to you about his new song and asked when you'd have the time,"
his assistant Anna said.
Link pinched the bridge of his nose. There was an awards ceremony tomorrow, a company cocktail party, and no time the day after tomorrow.
"Ask Eminem if he's got time this weekend?"
"Sure!"
