Impossible Glamour by Maggie Marr

Author:Maggie Marr
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: FIC044000 FICTION / Contemporary Women, FIC027240 FICTION / Romance / New Adult, FIC027020 FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
Publisher: NLA Digital LLC
Published: 2015-10-08T23:00:00+00:00

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“Dick Munch, tell me something good that I don’t know.” I weaved through the crowd of agents that had just exited the giant conference room. Like lemmings to the sea, they were all on their phones to their assistants, rolling calls and checking on clients. I was no different. That was my mambo, my jive, my dealio… Agenting was my life.

“Steve Legend returned.”

“Fuck yeah!” I said and fist-pumped the air. Three of my compatriots turned to me and one shot me a dirty look while two shot me a thumbs-up. Didn’t matter why I was happy, let them think I’d just nailed down a multimillion-dollar film deal.

“But I couldn’t get through to you.”

Fuuuuuuck, I mouthed. Right. Those bozo partners had not just required we turn our phones to silent, knowing what little addict bitches we were, they’d actually confiscated our phones. Like a damn coat-check system, they’d given us a chip we could exchange for our phone when the meeting was over. Damn.

“Try him,” I said and Dick Munch hopped onto the other line. I closed my eyes and envisioned Roger ringing Steve on all five of his lines. Finally, finally, getting him. What would he be doing at seven p.m. on a Wednesday? Most likely getting a blow job. Or a little group sex. The man was a monster on the sex side.

“Left word at all numbers.”

“Fuck.” This time I said it out loud. “Get me—no matter what, you hear me?—you get me when he returns.”

“You know your ‘drinks’ with Selena is tonight, right?”

I pressed my palm to my eyes. “Don’t remind me. Did her office call to confirm?”

“Not only did they confirm, but her assistant suggested I clear your calendar until noon tomorrow.”

“No. Just no. You call me thirty minutes in. Tell me there is an urgent matter, got it? I don’t care what excuse you make, but it better be pretty fucking good.”

“Got it.”

“And get me no matter what when Steve calls.”

“Done.”

“Okay.”

“Anything else?” Dick Munch asked.

“Nope, just heading up to the room so I can get ready to take this evening in the ass.”

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