Page 46 of Indescribable Love
Rolling her eyes, she let her head loll back.
“I’m not having a problem with Simon. I’m having a problem, apparently, with the documentary guys.”
“Unfortunately, if the documentary goes away, I’m not sure what I’ll have for you,” Vanessa said somberly.
“While I appreciate your honesty, Van, I’m not going to push Simon into doing something he is vehemently against for the sake of my job.”
Silence.
Sitting up straighter, she waited for the rebuttal. The rebuke. The laughter. Something. Anything!
Well, this is awkward…
“I see,” Vanessa finally said before sighing. “Then I guess we take this day by day. But if it all falls apart, I don’t want you coming here and demanding I find a client for you. Some things are going to take time.”
“I’m aware, and there will be no demanding.” Hell, she wouldn’t even go there and beg because…maybe it was time to move on from Premiere. Maybe this last chance she was given was just that…the last one. While working for Premiere and with Vanessa had been great and opened a lot of doors for her, it was also a lot of drama and pressure. It seemed like they only attracted high-maintenance celebrities, and was that really what she wanted to do with the rest of her life?
Simon was the first client she’d ever had where it wasn’t a daily struggle to find a positive spin on behavior or appearances.
And that was before they got involved romantically.
Juliette knew there were going to be repercussions for that, but…she’d think about them later.
“Look, Van, I need to get going. I appreciate the call and letting me know Max is being a dick and trying to undermine Simon. I’m on it.”
“Okay. Good. Call me if you need anything.”
“I will. Thanks.” It felt stiff and awkward, but…maybe that’s because Juliette was finally seeing things differently.
Maybe.
Hanging up, she went back outside to the deck and found Simon lying on one of the lounges. His eyes were closed and he looked utterly relaxed. It almost seemed like he was asleep.
“Did your call go okay?”
Alright, clearly not asleep.
“As good as it could have, I suppose,” she said, sitting down on the lounge next to his.
He sat up and looked at her. “Well that doesn’t sound good.”
Maybe it wasn’t fair to share what Vanessa had told her, but it only seemed right for him to know exactly what he was dealing with.
“Yeah, so…Max called Vanessa.”
All he did was give her a curt nod, and as much as she wanted him to curse and carry on, that wasn’t him.
“He wants someone else to do your PR because I’m rigid and rude,” she said.
“Persistent,” he mumbled.
“I stood my ground, though. I told Vanessa I was merely conveying your wishes and…”
Holding up a hand to stop her, he let out a weary sigh. “I am a man of my word, Juliette. Always have been. And I’m trying very hard to honor this agreement—this contract—but…I think I need to get my attorney involved.”
It made sense, and yet…
“Mick seems way more powerful than any legal team. I mean…he’s kind of a legend in this business. If you’d just talk to him…”