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He walked over and cupped her face. “Deal.”
This was the longest Mick had ever had his phone turned off, but when he woke up and found that Sienna was still asleep the next morning, he figured it might be a good time to just sort of check on things and make sure he hadn’t missed anything important.
Three-hundred and forty-seven new emails were in his inbox and he had sixty-four missed texts.
Groaning, he walked into the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee before heading into his office to see what fires he needed to put out. Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long and by the time Sienna was awake, they could have breakfast and pack up before leaving for San Francisco later this afternoon.
Opening the laptop, he quickly scrolled through deleting spam messages or any other pointless bullshit that wasn’t important. There were several inquiries from musicians looking for representation and Mick forwarded them to his assistant. Next were some invites to a couple of charity events, along with several requests for him to speak at some of the local music schools.
Again, he forwarded them to his assistant with the instructions that he wasn’t taking on any speaking engagements or any other appointments until after the New Year. It wasn’t something that he normally did—leaving his calendar so empty—but this last week had given him a lot to think about.
Mostly...working less and living more.
There was a sense of contentment he was feeling that was like nothing else he’d ever felt before. When he closed a deal, there was a high that he got from it. It kicked up his adrenaline and made him hungry for more. When he watched one of his clients in concert or during a performance on a late-night show, it got his creative juices going on where he wanted to see them next. And when they were in the studio creating music, he loved coming up with ways to promote the new stuff in a way they never did before. Each of those things was satisfying and energizing, but what he was feeling right now? It was on a whole other level, and he found that he liked it.
A lot.
More than he ever thought he would.
But then again, Mick never envisioned a day when he would have anything in his life other than work.
His phone buzzed and he saw a text from his assistant asking him to call her. It was barely after seven, so he didn’t take it as a good sign.
“Hey, Lynn. What’s up?”
“Mick, hey. Sorry to bother you, but when I started getting your emails, I figured you were up,” she said.
“No problem. Is everything okay?”
“Well...that depends.”
“On?”
“I know you’re on vacation,” she began cautiously. “But do you remember Simon Bennett? He was a runner up on America’s Next Singing Sensation?”
“Ugh...no, Lynn. No more reality show singers. The one I met up with in Manhattan a few weeks ago was a bust.”
“Just...hear me out,” she said firmly. “He’s been working with Dex Davis and his first album was mildly successful, but Dex doesn’t feel like he can give Simon the kind of marketing and promotion he needs. And he knows you can.”
Raking a hand through his hair, Mick had to fight the urge to say no.
Unfortunately, he was intrigued.
“Hang on, let me look him up,” he murmured.
“Don’t bother, I just sent you a file,” she told him. “It has all the basics—headshot, stats on the album, and links to a couple of videos of him performing.” She paused. “I think he has potential.”
Clicking on one of the links, he kept the volume down so he could talk to Lynn while he was listening. “He’s a little more pop than I was expecting.”
“Dex said that was the label’s doing and Simon was pushing back on it. Basically, it seems that’s why they’re not promoting him the way they should.”
“So I’m supposed to give him a full music and image makeover and re-launch him.”
“It’s what you do best,” she said sweetly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah...flattery isn’t going to work this morning. I’m on vacation and I don’t think I have the time to go and see this kid live.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. It just so happens that he’s performing at the Filmore tonight. I wasn’t going to bother you because you left explicit instructions not to, but since you reached out first...”
