"Yes." I smile. "You're my favorite band of all time. I listen to you all the time."
"What's your favorite song?"
"Treading Lightly," I say with no hesitation.
Marley smiles. "I didn't write that one."
"I know." I look at the drummer Paxon. "You wrote it right?"
"You're right." He smiles proudly. "Maybe I should write more."
"I've been saying that for years," Marley says.
"All right team Carson. Maybe we were a little hasty. We can give this thing a trial run. It won't hurt for us to stay on board for another three months, but I think the three of us agree that Sabrina here should be our point person. She seems to know us best. You cool with that?" Marley asks me directly. In front of the entire room.
"Umm–".
I'm stuck like chuck. This isn't my decision to make. I look to Peter.
"Absolutely," Peter says. "Sabrina is one of our best."
Abby looks like she's about puke.
"Yes," I chime in. "I would definitely love to work with you all."
"Good then." The band stands up to leave. "You'll be hearing from us soon, Sabrina. Even though we're in a transition, please make sure my mom gets her bills paid on time this month. She'll kill me if they're late."
"No problem. I'm on it," I say in what I hope is an assuring tone.
The three of them shake hands with everyone in the room and once we're sure that they're not within earshot any longer, the office erupts. Spin is our biggest client, and if they left us, it would have been a huge loss.
Woo Hoo!
Hallelujah!
"You did it, Sabrina. Spin is really yours. Congratulations." Marisol hugs me.
I'm still a bit numb.
"What in the ham sandwich just happened in there?" I ask her.
"You just saved the company's ass. That's what happened."
I receive several more pats on the back as well as one disgusted look from Abby, as she pulls Jason away for another one of her so calledmini meetings.
"Can we speak in my office for a minute, Sabrina?" Peter asks.
"Sure."
Marisol hugs me again. "Smile. This is a good thing."
"I know. I'm happy. Just stunned."
I check my cell phone before I go into Peter's office. For some reason, I have the urge to tell Saint about Spin. Maybe to throw it in his face since I've been threatening him with them for the longest time, or maybe because I just want to talk to him. But there are no missed calls or texts from him, so I abandon that idea for the moment and go talk to Peter. I'm sure we have a lot to discuss, seeing that he's been temporarily handling Spin since Priscilla left the company.
"Have a seat, Sabrina."
"Thanks," I say nervously.
