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“Holy shit, Atlas, you can’t…”
I swung my right foot and kicked open the huge office door.
Oscar Verwert jumped up and looked at me as though I were going to shoot him.
I pushed Tucker out of the way.
“My agent and I are here to talk,” I said. I looked to my left and saw Ellen sitting on a leather couch. Elegant as ever. “Ellen.”
“Atlas,” she said.
“Atlas!” Oscar yelled. “Just the man I wanted to see.”
His panic quickly turned into a sleazy car salesman attitude.
“I want you to see this first. For your family.”
“I’m here to talk to you,” I said. “I think you know why.”
“Just watch this,” Oscar said, ignoring me.
He pointed to a projector screen and began to type on his computer.
“Look at this promotion we have,” Oscar said. “Jump for Juniper!It’s a night dedicated to premature babies. A night to bring awareness to the NICU and all the hard work the doctors and nurses put in. We have shirts being made. All proceeds are going to go into a special fund dedicated to parents who need financial assistance if they’re dealing with what you are.”
I looked at the screen across the office.
The stupid logo purposely made to look like a kid used a crayon.
My daughter’s name being exploited.
My name on the screen too.
I hated it.
I hated everything about it.
I turned and Oscar almost got right in my face.
“What do you think of that, Atlas? That’s for you. Our thank you to you. You’re going to bring so much awareness to this that it will-”
I grabbed Oscar’s shirt.
Tucker let out a yelp. “Atlas!”
“I don’t give a shit who you are,” I said. “I don’t care how rich you are. I don’t care how powerful you are. If you put my daughter’s name on some goddamn event in order to sell extra hockey tickets… I will throw you from this window right now. And we’ll see how your billions of dollars does saving your head when it smashes to the ground like a watermelon.”
Oscar’s knees instantly gave out. “Atlas…”
“You’re going to cancel that event immediately. You got that? If you want to help, you do it without the need of your fans’ money. You have enough money to help out without promotion. With that said, you’re going to take a seat and we’re going to talk.”
I released my hold on Oscar’s shirt.
He stumbled back and reached for his phone.
“Oscar, don’t be a pussy,” Ellen called out. “Seriously.”
Oscar looked at his wife.
