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My loathing for my boss spilled over into road rage as I honked and hollered at all the shitty drivers while en route to the label’s headquarters in West Hollywood. At that moment, I wished Bette was with me. Her sweet smile and soothing, sexy voice always seemed to calm me down.
For a split second, I thought about calling her, but talked myself out of it. It was way too soon to be this addicted to someone. I mean, that’s not healthy, right? I shook my head, answering my own question for myself. I rolled my eyes for how needy I had become for her in such a short time. I was completely in love with that woman. I am completely in love with that woman.
Without even realizing it, I had my phone in my hand with my lover’s number punched in, my thumb hovering over the call button. No, I can’t run to her every time there’s a problem that’s rocking my foundation.
I scrolled through my contact list and found Joyce Wischnia’s number. An internal struggle brewed just below the surface of my composure. I shook it off while my mind kicked into overdrive, speeding through thoughts to create a solution for a problem that seemed to be beyond the realms of my control.
Taking deeply measured breaths, I was able to talk myself out of an anxiety attack. Would it be the end of the world if I lost my job? Of course not. Would it be a blessing not having to work for such a douchebag? Absolutely. What was I worried about?
Once I realized the ridiculousness of the situation, I tossed my phone onto my passenger seat. My confidence, talent, self-worth, and the beautiful woman who would be at my side through it all was enough to dismiss any negativity that could possibly attempt to infect my day.
“Make sure all these bulbs are new and in proper working order. I do not want this show to be a victim of equipment failure that could cost me a client.” Jodi demanded as she pointed to the colored spotlights tracked along the ceiling which faced the stage.
Zack rolled his eyes as he tilted his head to his lighting guy as if to tell him to go ahead and do what she said.
“I thought the Stouts weren’t your clients yet.” He asked, knowing it would likely get a rise out of the agent.
“‘Yet’ being the operative word, Spear.” Jodi answered without missing a beat. “I’m sure if the band isn’t happy with the quality of their performance at this venue, though, they will be less than grateful for the opportunity to play the gig. Less than grateful talent is not so eager to sign on the dotted line. I need this show to go off without a hitch.”
“I suppose you want your cut up front too, don’t you?”
“How have sales been so far?” The greedy agent asked, now face-to-face with Zack.
“There have been a few tickets sold so far, but the calls I’ve been getting asking about availability have been steadily coming through since we announced the show. It will likely sell out before we open the doors.” Without waiting for a response, Zack turned around and headed to the office, expecting the agent to want money sooner rather than later.
Jodi watched his retreat as she thought about it for a moment. “You know what? Let’s wait until the final numbers are in tonight. If this could turn into your new resident artist, then I’m sure it will be well-worth counting out loud as the crowd goes wild.” She said with a sly smile.
“You’re the boss.” Zack replied with little enthusiasm before shutting the office door behind him.