I chuckle. “I’m glad you are excited. Why are you whispering?”
“Oh, well, Maggie said she wanted to give you the opportunity to tell Jack and Nate yourself, so she asked me and Olive not to tell them.”
“Ah, gotcha, yeah, I haven’t told them yet.” I’m not really sure why I haven’t told any of the guys about Maggie. Maybe because I was afraid she would change her mind again, and I’d have to tell them that she broke up with me for a second time. Or maybe it was because I was afraid of jinxing it. I do take her telling Ella and Olive as a good sign.
“Are you going to tell them soon? Because I’m dying to talk to Jack about this!”
I shake my head. “Yes, you gossip. I’ll tell him.”
“Thank you!” she calls out after me as I walk toward my office.
I sink into my chair and start going through emails. When a knock sounds at my door, I look up to find Jack leaning into my office.
“How was your appointment?”
I’ve never told the guys I started therapy, not because I thought they’d judge me, but because I didn’t want to talk about it. I was already doing enough of that with Pamela.
“Good,” I answer, knowing he won’t push me.
He nods. “Great, are you available for a meeting in about thirty?”
“Yeah, who’s it with?”
“Brent Downs and his team.”
Brent Downs is one of the biggest country singers in Nashville. A few months ago, his manager reached out about setting up meetings regarding us taking on his personal security detail. Jack managed to secure the contract while Nate and I were on tour, but since we’ve been back, it’s been meeting after meeting to nail down all the details. Brent seems like a nice enough guy, even if he’s a little cocky. But I guess it’s hard not to go to your head when you have been extremely famous for the last twenty years.
“The first event is tonight, and he wants to talk through the plan for it and for the next few that he has. And don’t forget, you and Tyler are working it.”
I grit my teeth, as if I’ve ever forgotten I was working a job. “Yes, I remember. And I’ll be at the meeting.” I sound irritable, but he’s starting to piss me off.
He leaves me to finish up a few things before they arrive.
You do all this work, but you don’t get an ownership cut of the company? That doesn’t really seem right.
Maggie’s comment from when she didn’t even know mestill eats at me. She isn’t wrong. I just need to figure out a way to bring it up to Jack and Nate.
Twenty-five minutes after Jack leaves me in the office, I walk into the conference room and take a seat next to Tyler.
“Hey, Ian, you want to go work out tonight before the event?”
I slap the younger man on his shoulder. I was skeptical when Jack brought his young cousin on board to work with us, but he never fails to impress me.
“Absolutely. I could use someone who can actually lift at my level.”
Nate scoffs from where he stands on the other side of me. “I do my best, Ian.”
I snort out a laugh. “We know, buddy. We know.”
Nate scowls at me as he drops into the seat next to me. Even though I can lift more than Tyler, his heaviest lifts are closest to mine. And we love to give Nate and Jack shit. Jack usually just ignores us since he can lift almost as much as Tyler, but Nate, it gets under his skin and amuses the hell out of us.
The energy immediately shifts when the door opens, and Jack steps inside with our new client and four other people, all of us immediately switching to business mode.
The rest of the meeting goes off perfectly. I led the meeting since I’ll be the lead at any events. By the time Brent is walking out, he’s praising us for our professionalism and preparedness, and we haven’t even worked an event for him.
I throw my pen down on the table next to the notepad and lean back in my chair. Knowing Jack will want to have one final meeting after he walks the group out, all of us stay in our seats.
Jack steps back in and gives me a wide smile. “Ian, greatjob. Brent couldn’t stop saying how glad he is that you’re the one overseeing his security.”
