“It’s not her fault,” Tyler chimed in. “It’s Tommy’s.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Sebastien said.
“No, you’re not.” Cary rubbed his chin. “I’ve been on the phone with Porter all week—”
“Fucking asshole,” Sebastien added.
“I’ve got you saying that in an email.” Tyler grinned at her former boss.
“Tommy’s being fired as we speak,” Cary said. “But we agreed to keep it quiet for the agency’s sake. Porter will manage me going forward.”
“He’s not a manager,” Sebastien said.
“The last time I checked, you didn’t need a certification.” Cary sounded serious, like when he gave her ex-boyfriend shit at the bar in Austin.
“Please. I’ll do anything,” Sebastien begged.
Cary shook his head. “It’s a done deal, but just so you won’t fuck with anyone, I’m letting you keep your commissions on everything from the past twenty years.” He raised a finger. “If I hear you’re fucking around, Porter gets my back catalog and you’ll be cut out of everything.”
“Be nicer to the interns,” Tyler added. “Or I’ll find them placements before I leave here.” She stood from her seat. “As I was saying . . .” She locked eyes with Sebastien, and he stared blankly at her. “Fuck you and fuck the Quebec Nordiques. I hope they never get another team.”
After Tyler stormed out of Sebastien’s office she packed up a few things. She couldn’t believe the amount of junk—promo items, lanyards, and laminates—she’d accumulated over the years. What was she going to do? Display her delegate passes like a collection of conquests?
A few minutes later there was a knock at her door.
“What?” she snapped.
The door opened and Cary asked, “Have you got a minute?”
“Rory’s at home,” she told him. “In case you were wondering.”
“I was.” He took a seat. “I—”
“Are you okay? I’ve been worried, and you didn’t call me back.”
He nodded. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I had some business to take care of in Winnipeg, and you said you needed space. I should’ve texted, but you hurt my feelings.”
“I know.” She hung her head. “I’m sorry about that. I was upset about the baby and didn’t want to do the long-distance thing.” She drew her gaze up to his eyes. “What business did you have in Winnipeg?”
“That’s why I flew out here the other day. I mean, other than to see you, of course. Do you know that house we passed by on Wellington? The Lounts’ old house?”
“Yeah. I love that place.”
“Well, I put in a lowball offer, and they accepted it. I wanted to see if we should close the deal.”
“Why did you put in an offer?”
“So we could live there.” He leaned forward in his seat. “But if you don’t want to, or if you’ve changed your mind, that’s okay. I bought it anyway and I’ll use it as an investment property.”
She rolled her eyes. “You can’t buy me a house, Cary.”
“I didn’t.” He smirked. “I bought it for Rory.”
“Funny,” she said, shaking her head.
“You can’t be mad at me for giving you what you want.”
He’d made a good point, but what about whathewanted? He was used to living a spectacular life in LA.
