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“I will tell you one thing right off the bat.”
“What?”
“You like him because he’s genuine, right?”
“Yes, he is. It’s so refreshing.”
“Be the same. Don’t put on any airs and graces. Just be who you are.”
“I’ll remember that. Bye, Zach, and thanks.”
“Bye, hon.”
Hoping romance was in the air for her too, he climbed from the bed and hurried into the bathroom to shower. He’d spent the evening going over the script and making notes for his meeting with Jerry, but taking care of business late into the night wasn’t unusual.
As the hot water splashed over him, Kurt Fielding’s abrupt termination unexpectedly popped into his head. It was odd, and he hoped Jerry would tell him how it came about.
Stepping from the shower, he toweled off, quickly dressed, checked his briefcase to make sure he had everything, then headed out the door. Glancing at his watch as he climbed into his car, he figured he’d just make it to Jerry’s office in time, but the traffic was heavy. Expertly weaving his car in and out of the lanes, he turned down Abbott Kinney at eight twenty-five. Tires squealing, he drove into his parking space, leapt from the car and strode into the elevator. It was eight twenty-seven when he walked into Jerry’s reception area.
“Good morning, Zach,” Kevin said with a smile. “Coffee?”
“No, thanks. I’m good.”
“Go right in. He’s expecting you.”
Marching forward, Zach knocked three times, then entered the great man’s office.
“Morning, Zach, let’s talk in the pit,” Jerry suggested, moving out from behind his desk.
Zach instantly felt a knot in his stomach.
The pit, as Jerry called it, was a grouping of furniture in the corner of his office. It was where Jerry held his brainstorming sessions, but it was also where he liked to discuss serious matters.
“Did you have a good weekend?” Jerry asked as they sat down. “It must have been special. You always have your phone on.”
“Yes, as a matter-of-fact I did. Thanks for asking, and you?”
“Tia and I went furniture shopping. We do it every five years, regular as clockwork. She complains it’s shabby, and I say,Tia, the furniture is fine,and she says,it’s over two-years old. How can it be fine?Then we go furniture shopping.”
“That sounds like a ritual.”
“You know, you’re right, that’s what it’s become. A ritual. So, down to business. I want to talk about Moonbeams of course, but there’s something else. I need your help.”
“My help? Of course, what is it?”
“I need you to bring Emma Hartman into your team.”
