“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” She flits around her apartment, making a cup of coffee like she needs more energy. “Oh, guess who sent you an email.”
“Who?” I play along, knowing this is her favorite game.
“Landon Crue,” she exclaims and fans herself. I can’t help my chuckle at her silliness.
“What did he say?”
“He wants a meeting,” she says, walking back into her office.
“Fantastic. Set it up.”
She purses her lips and sets the phone down on her desk. “What do I look like, an amateur? I already did.”
I chuckle. She’s been with me for years, and by now we’re a well-oiled machine—always anticipating the other’s move. “Did you ask what he wanted to meet about?”
“Why yes, I sure did.” She nods her head.
Rolling my eyes, I wave my hand for her to spit it out. “And?”
“He mentioned that he saw you at the coffee shop recently and said you’d be his first call.”
I fist bump the air. I was hoping that he was reaching out totalk about me taking over as his agent. “Yes, amazing. Okay so we need a pitch deck. I want you to reach out to all the brands we’ve had on pause for a holiday engagement. We’re going to need them all. Don’t tell them who the talent is—just get a temperature on their interest.”
Allie diligently takes notes on all my instructions. “What do you want me to tell them to hook them?”
“Tell them you have it on good authority that an up-and-coming talent in a big production is looking for the right partnerships to help promote for the holiday season.”
I make a mental note to also chat with Ivory about how Serentia can sweeten the pot for any potential deals.
“I can do that today. He wants to meet with you the day after tomorrow.”
“Virtual or in-person?”
“He says he’s in Nashville.”
“Huh, interesting. Figured he’d be back in LA.”
She shrugs. “Maybe he’s also enjoying the quiet life.”
“I need to find a space to meet,” I say, already pondering where I’m going to host a potential client. I could set it up in a meeting room at the hotel, or the restaurant. Maybe Mary has an empty conference room at the office I could borrow. He was at the coffee shop, so we could do it there if there aren’t any other options, but it’s confidential so I don’t want to meet in public if at all possible. I could invite him here. How would Grant feel about another man in his space while he’s not here?
Nope. I veto that idea. Zero percent chance that goes over well.
Allie interrupts my inner monologue. “I think Landon is a baseball fan so maybe you can talk to your hot roommate about hosting him at the game on Thursday.”
Now, that could work.
“Brilliant. I’ll text Grant and ask. The owner’s box would be the perfect meeting location. We can do the pitch in the box,then he can watch warm-ups and any of the local production crew can watch the game too.”
“I can reach out to see who all is in town if that’s helpful.”
“You’re the best, Allie.”
“Don’t you forget it.” She winks at me. “I better go. My boss just gave me a week’s worth of work to do in like two days.”
“Bye.” I hang up and dance around the kitchen. I’ve been hoping to snag Landon Crue as a client since Ivory tapped him to play the male lead in her movie.
