Unexpected Series (Boxed Set) by Claudia Burgoa

Author:Claudia Burgoa [Burgoa, Claudia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Unexpected Series
Publisher: Claudia Burgoa
Published: 2016-11-08T22:00:00+00:00

Pria

Jacob and Chris scan a copy of the communiqué I wrote. It’s funny to see how both are squinting while holding the paper at arm’s length, both tilting their heads to the left and bobbing.

It’s adorable.

They cuss the same way, and will immediately apologize if they spot a woman around to hear it, but neither one it is apologetic. Watching these two makes me want to have children someday. But then I remember the heartache I’ll bring into their world, or what they’ll face when I become sick, and I quickly disregard that option.

“Really, you’re planning on screening our musicians?” Jacob’s jaw twitches. “Carrying cups with you so they can give you a urine sample?”

“Did you read it, or skim through it?” I take my copy out and read that part out loud. ‘As this is a working place, musicians are expected to show up sober. As part of the amendment to the contracts, any musician can be asked to provide a urine or blood sample to prove sobriety. The clause also applies during concerts, as the musicians are working for Decker Records while on tour. Decker Records reserves the right to terminate a contract if any clause is breached.’”

They both look at me with skeptical expressions.

“Sweetheart, your intentions are . . . Help me here, Jacob.” Chris waves his hand as if trying to find some lost word.

“Stupid?” He drops the paper on top of the desk. “You can’t stop a person from doing what they want. I’m going to lose good artists because of this. ‘Let’s go to the fun studio. Why the hell should I stick around in this prison filled with tight-assed managers?’”

My chin hits the floor. He just called me a tight ass. Since his father is here, I bite back the sharp retort on the tip of my tongue. I’ll save it for later.

“Not what I wanted to say, but yeah, that too.” Chris shakes his head. “The article you published back when you began working for us hit the mark. My husband cried when he read the part about my past without divulging much and how I created a bright future and overcame the darkness—again, only enough to appease the piranhas. A really great article.”

I want to tell him it wasn’t an article, but a press release. My first step to clear their names, followed by rearranging the contracts and finding a better way to separate who we represent from who we are. However, I’ve encountered a couple of bands that think the lounge is a bar and the roof is for recreational drugs. My best idea was to write this memo to everyone, but they hate it.

As I’m about to speak, Jacob claps and agrees that my masterpiece helped. His father rolls his eyes.

“Pria—”

“Ana.” I correct Jacob for the millionth time.

“Whatever.” That dismissive tone drives me crazy. He refuses to call me Ana. “The contracts were amended, we don’t have to send them this shit—musicians, artists; they’re not Corporate America material. As we work toward the new concept of the studio, we’ll implement some of your anti-fun ideas.

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