“Do you want me to quit?” I asked him quietly.
The smirk turned into a grin, and I knew he was laughing at me. “So dramatic,” he mocked me, and then he simply walked back into his office, closing the door behind him.
I faced my colleagues and saw the mix of sympathy and amusement as they regarded me. Considering my options, I turned around and pressed for the elevator again.
Clark was with Charlie? I may not be his agent anymore, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be his friend.
Getting into the car, I realized my hands were shaking with adrenaline at the way Onyx spoke to me. Grabbing my tablet and making sure the doors were locked, I opened Onyx’s calendar. Neither he nor his PA knew that I knew his password for his email. I was sure he had a meeting today, and I saw it was with the UK firm that wanted one of Onyx’s youngest signings as their representative for their brand. I also saw that he had to postpone it, and I knew it was because of Clark, and that made me feel good for Clark.
Quickly, I opened the folder for legal and found the contract intended for his client. Smiling when I saw Onyx had highlighted several parts of it with annotations to legal that he wanted changed, I was feeling reckless. I understood his requirements, but desperate times meant desperate measures, and he had pushed me too far this week.
I wasn’t to blame for him missing his meeting. If he weren’t such a control freak, he would have let me handle my client as I saw fit. Biting my lip, I felt a flurry of butterflies swooping around my tummy as I considered my next move.
He took my client from me today. He took Trent Hudson, a potential client, from me.
Our rivalry was real.
Our hatred was real.
Business wasn’t personal.
As I dialed the number of the UK brand, I fought my smile. When it came to Onyx Santo, business wasveryfucking personal.
One phone call later, I made a call in to Trevon Kent, and when I got his voicemail, I left a message to return my call. I knew I would get his father calling me back, and, rightly or wrongly, Trevon’s father was all about the money he could get for his son. Confident that Trevon’s dad would be very receptive to my proposal, I set out to look for Clark.
Clark had been my client for a while. I knew his patterns, and with that knowledge, I headed to the golf club that he favored in Belle Meade. The staff knew me, and one of them pointed me to the outside bar before I even asked.
Slightly surprised to see Charlie sitting at a table, separate from Clark, I wondered at the fact that he was still there, causing me to hesitate. Charlie saw me before Clark did, and he gave me a small wave as he sipped his beer.
Another Devil.
I met Charlie the same night that I met Onyx, only I never knew their names or their faces that night. However, I soon knew who they were after Onyx played me for a fool.
Approaching Clark, I pulled out the barstool beside him and ordered a sparkling water.
“Hey, boss lady,” Clark greeted me as he drank his whisky.
“Not sure you can still call me that,” I reminded him gently.
“Can’t believe you ditched me.”
Saying nothing, I smiled my thanks to the bartender as I took a drink of my water and thought of the best way to approach this. “I didn’t know.”
Clark huffed, but he didn’t argue. “He never liked me,” he said after a while.
“Know the feeling,” I quipped back lightly.
“You get shit for this?”
“Nah, I am sorry to lose you though.” And I was. I wasn’t sorry to lose the drama.
“If I divorce her, will it make a difference?”
Taking another drink, I thought about it. “Do you want to divorce her?” I asked him carefully.
“Yes. Today I do.”
“Today? What about tomorrow?” I probed.
