Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Dad's executive assistant cracks it open and sticks his head through the gap. “Don’t forget you have that meeting in half an hour with Tyson Grant from TAG Management.”
My dad nods, his smile from earlier long gone. “Thanks for the reminder, Charlie. Colette will be taking the meeting with Mr. Grant, but her office isn’t ready yet. When he arrives, please set him up in the small conference room and let her know he’s here.”
Charlie’s gaze darts to me. “Colette’s taking the meeting?”
“Yes.” A muscle in my dad’s jaw jumps, and he narrows his eyes. “That’s what I said.”
“Alrighty then.” Charlie flashes me an apologetic smile before backing out the door.
As soon as we are alone again, I ask, “Who’s Tyson Grant? Why am I taking your meeting with him? And why did Charlie look so freaked out by it?”
My dad sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He is a mixture of sad and pissed off when he answers, “Tyson is the owner of TAG Management. He represents some of the biggest names in Hollywood, like Austin and Theo Hayes.”
With clients like that, he has to be a major player in the industry, and my first official day isn’t even until next week. A guy like him is probably used to studio executives wining and dining him. Not dodging meetings. “That answers my first question. What about the other two?”
“Tyson is a pit bull when it comes to his clients. It’s part of what’s made him a success in a cut-throat business, but it also means he sometimes doesn’t know when to back off.” My dad leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. “He recently took on a client I blackballed a few years ago. He was a child actor turned stuntman. The guy broke the one rule I have a zero-tolerance policy for. He was using in the middle of filming, and when he got injured because of it, I had to scrap all the tape with him in it and reshoot with someone new. He went into rehab a few months later and has supposedly been clean ever since. Now he’s gearing up to make a comeback, and Tyson wants me to lift the ban on him because it’s making it hard for him to land a role with any of the major studios. That’s never going to happen, which you can let him know when you meet with him.”
That explained the look Charlie had given me. He’s been my dad’s assistant as far back as I can remember. He knows as well as I do why my dad takes a hard line against drug use—the guy who’d been driving the car that killed my mom had been high as a kite on a mixture of cocaine and oxy. After losing my mom like that, my dad made it known far and wide that he wouldn’t tolerate drug use by anyone connected to Grier Studios. Considering how common drugs are in Hollywood, it hadn’t gone over well at first, but my dad refused to back down.
With how big Grier Studios has gotten, nobody argues with him about it anymore. Except for Tyson Grant, apparently. And I am the one who gets to deliver the bad news. It looks like my dad is throwing me straight into the deep end of the water. “This is bound to be interesting.”
Chapter 2
Tyson
“Right this way, Mr. Grant.” Charlie, the executive assistant for the head of Grier Studios, leads me down a hallway lined with movie posters.
He looks back at me with a strange expression, a mixture of nervous and guilty. Something is off and, knowing Carson Grier like I do, my bullshit alarm is blaring. That’s when I notice that we aren’t headed toward Grier’s office. This hallway leads to a series of conference rooms where I’ve spent plenty of time negotiating contracts. I roll my eyes at the attempted power play.
Charlie comes to a halt in front of the smallest meeting room and again, throws me an awkward glance. “Please have a seat. Someone will be right with you. Can I get you anything?”
I drop my briefcase on the rectangular, wooden table and my eyes narrow as I give Charlie a piercing stare. “Someone?” I repeat, crossing my arms over my chest.
“That’ll be all Charlie.” A sultry, feminine voice floats in from the hallway and—holy shit—my dick springs to life. Charlie beats a hasty retreat, but I barely notice his departure because I’m in a state of shock. I can’t remember the last time my dick was interested in a woman, and I’ve only heard this one’s voice.
Then I get my first glimpse of the owner and the world shifts under my feet, making me feel unsteady and hoping I don’t embarrass myself by falling over or drooling or something.