“And I told you to get a money manager to deal with these things. I’m youragent. I get you money. A money manager will help you keep it.”
“And skim another ten percent off the top.”
It was a conversation they’d run through a dozen times over the years, ever since Al had locked down his very first six-figure deal.
“Anyway,” she continued. “Your tenants are interested in buying.”
“Fine. Great.”
Al sighed heavily in his ear. “Jackson, the responsible thing to do would be to get the place appraised, weigh your options, maybe list the property and see if we can get multiple offers.”
“What are they offering?” Jax asked, cutting to the chase.
She named a figure that sounded more than fair.
“Consider it sold.”
“You drive me crazy,” she said fondly.
“Right back at ya, gorgeous. Now is there any other business you need to beat me over the head with, or can I go back to meeting my deadlines?”
“The premiere.”
“Shit.”
“It’s in a couple of weeks and the studio wants your sexy face there.”
Jax rolled his shoulders. “Why?”
“Because you wrote the damn movie and they’re expecting it to be huge. Plus, you always look so pretty in your tux on the red carpet.”
“Ah, shucks, Al. You’re making me blush.”
“I’ve seen you in action. I bet you haven’t blushed since junior high. How many tickets do you want?”
Jax considered and a slow grin spread across his face. “Put me down for two.”
“Hmm.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I can’t wait to meet your date. Does she know she’s already famous around here?”
“Very funny. See if you can schedule the closing on the house for the same weekend, okay?”
“Get a money manager,” she grumbled, but Jax heard her keying notes into her computer.
“Why would I do that when I already have you?”
“Remind me to raise my fee,” she said sweetly.
Jax hung up and stared at the screen of his laptop. He’d commandeered a corner table at the brewery to get some writing done this afternoon. But between interruptions from his staff and his agent, things weren’t looking good for the story. It would be another late night…a very late night, since it was his turn to babysit the brewery.
He and his brothers took turns being on-hand to handle any crises that arose. And with a restaurant, there were a lot. From running out of pizza dough to a cook in need of stitches to the endless drama of the waitstaff, it was more work than any of them had anticipated.
He scrubbed his hand over his face. There was too much to do. Not enough time to do it all. He had a sense of impending doom. Something was going to give and he was worried it would be something big.
It was one of the reasons he’d insisted on a meeting with his brothers today. They had to start thinking about the future.
