“Good morning,” she says after I take off my headphones. She motions for me to follow her out of the room. In the hall, she hands me a sheet of numbers.
“What’s this?”
“We’re growing faster than I expected.”
“That’s because I’m charismatic.”
Bex rolls her eyes. I think she’s tired of me already. “It’s because of you, yes. But let’s not forget, I had the idea.”
I nod because yes, she’s without a doubt, the brains behind all of this. The show’s outgrowing the room. “I’ll be serious now.”
“Thanks. As I was saying, we’re growing and growth is great, but I can’t keep up. We are getting too many calls in our time block, and the station is getting calls when you’re not on the air, which is causing them more work.”
“So, what are you suggesting?”
“We launch our own internet radio station.” Her words come out in a jumbled mess, but I hear them loud and clear. Bex grimaces and hunches her shoulders.
“Like satellite radio?”
She nods and bites her lower lip.
I hand the papers back to her without looking at any of the data. “Make it happen. Call it 4225 West. You have our entire catalog. Elle will give you whatever. Use my phone to call my friends. I’ll even get Harrison and JD down here to help.”
“Are you serious?”
“I am. Whatever you need.”
“Space,” she says before I can walk away. “We need more space. I want to give Paige her own office, where she can film for FMG Records, do her editing. And I’d like to hire an assistant producer to help with the calls.”
I nod and hold my finger up to tell her I’ll be right back. I peek my head into the studio and catch Elle’s attention. “Is there anything going in next door yet?”
She shakes her head. “Not that I know of. I don’t think it’s been shown in months.”
“How do you feel about expanding?”
“God yes,” she says. “Can we knock out the wall and put in glass? I think people would love to see what we’re doing.”
“That means I can’t pick my ass or nose.”
Elle scrunches her face. “Good. I get enough of that at home with Ben and the boys.”
I laugh. “I’m giving Bex the go ahead, get with her and tell her what you need, want, and all that shit. Order new equipment if we need it.”
“Love you, Uncle Liam,” she says as I close the door.
Bex is in the hall, pacing. “Here’s the deal, the space next to us is empty, and I believe the one on the end is as well. Use it. Work with Elle. Do what you need to do to make us successful.”
She launches herself into my arms. “Thank you, thank you.”
“Now, I wanted to talk to you about your living arrangements. Do you intend to stay in Beaumont or go back to New York and do this remotely?”
“Honestly, I’m loving it here.”
I can’t keep the smile off my face. “Stop by Whimsicality later today and talk to my wife. She handles most everything with our properties. I think the lofts on the top floor of this building are close to being done with renovations. As far as I know, she hasn’t rented them. That’s if you want to live and work in the same building.”
“And not have to drive to work, sign me up. I’ll touch base with her today.”
“And when you do, please bring me some lunch,” I say as I head down the hall toward my office. I close the door, set my phone on the stand, and kick my feet up onto my desk. Harrison answers first.
