"You've been here for a little over three years, and you've made amazing strides. It's no secret that you've wanted to work with Spin in some capacity, and now I see why you do. You're passionate about their music as well as who they are as a group. You understand them."
"Thanks, Peter. I like to think that I do."
"Spin is a huge account. Trust me when I say that no matter how down to earth that they appear to be, that they are a lot of work. I worked with Priscilla closely on many projects and got a chance to see first hand all that's entailed with running their tours and their daily lives. They have large families, and they employ a lot of people. You'll be paying a lot of bills and putting out a lot of fires."
"Understood."
"I'm going to be honest and say that I wasn't going to give you or Abby Spin. I just didn't think either of you were ready to handle such a huge account, but I had to agree with the group in the meeting today, because they requested you specifically. And for obvious reasons. You were good in there. Like I said, you know them in a way that I don't."
"Thank you."
"But we have a problem."
Uh oh.
"What is it?"
"You take care of Saint."
You mean the jerk who I haven't spoken to in weeks?
"And you think I can't handle them both?"
"It would be tough ... not to mention that Saint requested that he be notified first if by some chance you were put on the Spin account."
"Notified?!"
"I didn't want to invade your privacy before, Sabrina, but I have to ask. Just what is your relationship with Saint Stevenson? He asked for you specifically when he agreed to sign with us. Or rather he made it clear that there was no deal if you weren't his manager. I don't usually agree to demands of that nature, but I was afraid we wouldn't get his business if I didn't, and we needed it. Especially if Spin decides to leave."
"Saint and I don't have a relationship other than a professional one. We had a very brief meeting in the past, but nothing to warrant him asking for me specifically."
I swear Peter is looking at me like he doesn't believe a word I'm saying; and as if it couldn't be worse timing, Kate knocks on the door.
"Sorry to interrupt guys, but Saint Stevenson is here to see you, Sabrina."
Great.
"Should I send him to the conference room? It's still a little trashed in there from the meeting."
"Thanks, Kate. Have him wait in reception. Sabrina will be right out."
"Ok!" Kate sounds happy that she gets to ogle Saint for a little longer. I'm sure he'll enjoy it as well.
"So I guess you're going to need an office," Peter says after Kate exits.
"Really?"
"You now have five clients. Two of them being multi-million dollar clients. That's a senior management load. If you're able to get Spin to commit after the three-month trial, you'll be promoted and you'll get your office. Think you can handle it?"
"I do." Or at least I want to try.
"Well your first challenge is going to be how you're going to convince your ball player that you can take care of him and a bunch of rock stars all at the same time. I get the feeling that he likes to be the center of attention. Especially yours."
"I'll handle it."
That arrogant ball boy doesn't have a choice.
Chapter Eighteen
