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dearest, who was a gun collector and world-class womanizer, would not look kindly on any dalliance that I and Big Boy might want to have with his brainiac daughter. No bueno. Mucho no bueno.
“A man’s children”—Steve took another pull on his bourbon—“they are his everything. Especially daughters. What is it about daughters, Webber?”
My eyes trailed over the gleesome threesome that now shook their “groove things, yeah, yeah” on the dance floor. “Well, sir, there are many fascinating things about your daughters.”
“Fascinating? Is that what they’re calling beauty these days? Those girls…ah my girls…they are beyond fascinating. There’s not a man in this room worthy of any one of them, and yet two men have stepped up to take two of my girls.” Another long swallow of bourbon. “I could do worse for sons-in-law. I like Sinclair. And Trick? Well, I’ve known him since he was a boy. They’ve both lived some life, so no worries there. Ready to settle down. Excellent providers. But my Ellen…” Steve sighed.
My gaze focused on Ellen. She danced between her two sisters, a giant smile decorating her face. Wow. Just wow. When she shredded the lack of self-confidence and actually lost herself in a good time, her smile, her joie de vivre, was bigger than Sophia’s or Amanda’s. How was that even possible? Hadn’t I just been commenting about her bag lady attire? Not tonight. Not now.
“My Ellen deserves a special man. Not anyone as cheap and shallow as all of us roustabouts and thieves that inhabit film and music. No, Ellen has the brains and the beauty and the opportunity to change the world. My God.” Steve turned to me with his eyes wide. “The woman could marry a future president, or an ambassador. Perhaps a Nobel laureate? Hell, Ellen, could be a Nobel laureate. There are no limits on what Ellen can accomplish, and I intend to put her every need first. Her every desire. She can do what no other Legend can—Ellen can be a success in the real world. Not this one of make-believe and pretend with movies and TV shows and agents.” He turned to me. “No offense, Webber.”
“None taken. I enjoy being a roustabout. Truly.”
Steve threw back his head and laughed. Score one for the Webzie. Yep, here in the industry we weren’t changing the world or curing cancer. Our work product was the choice between staying in and watching HBO or going wound for sound for the last action-adventure movie. Nope. Steve was right. Ellen, in that pretty little head of hers, had the potential to cure cancer, end world hunger, maybe even find world peace.
“Ellen is incredibly gifted. I feel privileged to know her.”
Steve’s face clouded. “Know her? What do you mean, you know her?”
“Through you , Steve-o. Through you and the family. I don’t know her know her in the biblical sense. No siree, Steve. Not in the biblical sense, come on.” I slapped my hand against Steve’s back. “I’m an agent, the king of thieves and a scum-sucking lowlife. Not only do I have no talent of my own, but my only pleasure in life is to cater to the needs of the talented. So yeah, me and Ellen? Hello in passing. Not even good enough to walk in her shadow.”
Again, Steve’s laugh boomed through the room. “Webber, you may be the funniest agent I know.” He shook his head and his vision cleared. The bourbon had taken him for a moment, that and thoughts of me with his precious brainiac. And while Big Boy might have other thoughts with regards to Miss Ellen Save-the-World Legend, Big Boy no longer ruled the show. Well, not since around when I turned twenty-two (okay twenty-five).
Down fella. Woof woof.
“What is this opportunity you mentioned?” Steve stood and slipped the blonde from his knee as though tossing a sweater onto a chair. He put his arm around my shoulder and we walked to the bar.
“Jameson Blake’s spy series just became available.”
We stopped at the long mahogany bar, and Steve waved three
“A man’s children”—Steve took another pull on his bourbon—“they are his everything. Especially daughters. What is it about daughters, Webber?”
My eyes trailed over the gleesome threesome that now shook their “groove things, yeah, yeah” on the dance floor. “Well, sir, there are many fascinating things about your daughters.”
“Fascinating? Is that what they’re calling beauty these days? Those girls…ah my girls…they are beyond fascinating. There’s not a man in this room worthy of any one of them, and yet two men have stepped up to take two of my girls.” Another long swallow of bourbon. “I could do worse for sons-in-law. I like Sinclair. And Trick? Well, I’ve known him since he was a boy. They’ve both lived some life, so no worries there. Ready to settle down. Excellent providers. But my Ellen…” Steve sighed.
My gaze focused on Ellen. She danced between her two sisters, a giant smile decorating her face. Wow. Just wow. When she shredded the lack of self-confidence and actually lost herself in a good time, her smile, her joie de vivre, was bigger than Sophia’s or Amanda’s. How was that even possible? Hadn’t I just been commenting about her bag lady attire? Not tonight. Not now.
“My Ellen deserves a special man. Not anyone as cheap and shallow as all of us roustabouts and thieves that inhabit film and music. No, Ellen has the brains and the beauty and the opportunity to change the world. My God.” Steve turned to me with his eyes wide. “The woman could marry a future president, or an ambassador. Perhaps a Nobel laureate? Hell, Ellen, could be a Nobel laureate. There are no limits on what Ellen can accomplish, and I intend to put her every need first. Her every desire. She can do what no other Legend can—Ellen can be a success in the real world. Not this one of make-believe and pretend with movies and TV shows and agents.” He turned to me. “No offense, Webber.”
“None taken. I enjoy being a roustabout. Truly.”
Steve threw back his head and laughed. Score one for the Webzie. Yep, here in the industry we weren’t changing the world or curing cancer. Our work product was the choice between staying in and watching HBO or going wound for sound for the last action-adventure movie. Nope. Steve was right. Ellen, in that pretty little head of hers, had the potential to cure cancer, end world hunger, maybe even find world peace.
“Ellen is incredibly gifted. I feel privileged to know her.”
Steve’s face clouded. “Know her? What do you mean, you know her?”
“Through you , Steve-o. Through you and the family. I don’t know her know her in the biblical sense. No siree, Steve. Not in the biblical sense, come on.” I slapped my hand against Steve’s back. “I’m an agent, the king of thieves and a scum-sucking lowlife. Not only do I have no talent of my own, but my only pleasure in life is to cater to the needs of the talented. So yeah, me and Ellen? Hello in passing. Not even good enough to walk in her shadow.”
Again, Steve’s laugh boomed through the room. “Webber, you may be the funniest agent I know.” He shook his head and his vision cleared. The bourbon had taken him for a moment, that and thoughts of me with his precious brainiac. And while Big Boy might have other thoughts with regards to Miss Ellen Save-the-World Legend, Big Boy no longer ruled the show. Well, not since around when I turned twenty-two (okay twenty-five).
Down fella. Woof woof.
“What is this opportunity you mentioned?” Steve stood and slipped the blonde from his knee as though tossing a sweater onto a chair. He put his arm around my shoulder and we walked to the bar.
“Jameson Blake’s spy series just became available.”
We stopped at the long mahogany bar, and Steve waved three
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