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“How mature.” She laughed. “Would you like to join me for a five-star farewell dinner before leaving me alone in New York?”
“Depends. Are you paying for it?”
“Absolutely.”
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THE SNARKY GLOVE
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Dearest Fans,
There is reason to believe that Travis Carter’s number one sponsor—Nike—will not be removing him from their coveted list of athletes anytime soon.
Granted, they pay him $27M a year to flaunt his well-oiled abs and that not-so-subtle ‘cockprint’ in tons of ads, but why haven’t they abandoned him like the other sponsors?
What does the CEO know that we don’t?
Stay tuned for more news & updates,
The Snarky Glove
TEN
PRESENT DAY
TRAVIS
Saturday
Teterboro, New Jersey
Raindrops tap danced on my umbrella as I waited on the tarmac for Tatiana.
She was sitting in the backseat of my sister’s town car, chatting as if I didn’t give her the exact time we needed to leave for Vegas. As if I hadn’t made the terms of this arrangement more than clear.
The other night, I’d sent my security detail to her apartment to retrieve most of her luggage. It was supposed to be an easy pickup assignment, but she demanded a discussion about her skating clients, and our hostile negotiation ended with me agreeing to fly her students to Vegas on my dime every other week.
And just when I thought that was the end of the difficulties, she insisted on going over the contract line by line and adding minor adjustments. I was now spending far more than the amount we agreed on, and she had yet to offer me anything except stubbornness in return.
So much for ‘redeeming the favor’ with no questions asked…
The car’s backdoor finally opened, but she didn’t step out.
Instead, Penelope did.
Letting up her umbrella, she waddled toward me.
“Good morning, Mr. Carter,” she said. “How are you on this dreary day?”
“I’m losing my patience.”
“Well, that’s nothing new.” She shrugged. “There are some crucial boundaries I need to set before I allow my client to take you up on this endeavor.”
“Yourclientalready signed the contract.” I rolled my eyes. “Tell her to get out of the goddamn car.”
“Using such foul language this early in the morning doesn’t reflect well on your character, Mr. Carter.”
