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we can come home more often when we’re on tour. Spending months on a bus was fun when we were in our twenties. Hell, we were all drunk most of the time anyway. Now, it’s nice to go in comfort and come home now and then.”
    “So when you go on tour, you won’t be gone for months on end?” I asked hopefully.
    “No. But I was kind of hoping you’d be there with me,” James said.
    “I’d love to go. I just didn’t think that I could,” I said.
    “Of course. I’m rock star. I get whatever I want. I got you, didn’t I?” James said and leaned over to kiss me. We occupied a leather sofa along the side of the plane that doubled as a bed. I half expected James to take me right then and there but he kissed me and that was all.
    “You’re not going to make me part of the mile high club?” I asked. James smiled.
    “Ms. Navarro, we have work to do. Please try to be more professional from here on out,” James teased trying to sound serious. I laughed at him but he added, “Besides, it’s like a forty minute flight. We’re like halfway there already.” A few seconds later, as if on cue, the pilot informed us we were about twenty minutes out and starting our approach to San Francisco. He advised we should buckle up. I hadn’t even unbuckled yet. A car waited at the private terminal for James and I and we rode into the city in style. It wasn’t long and we found ourselves at our destination.
    “Hello, were here to deliver an application packet to Mr. Thompson,” I said.
    “And you are?” the receptionist asked.
    “Simone Navarro. I spoke with Mr. Thompson this morning,” I told her.
    “Mr. Thompson is at lunch. In any case, we don’t accept applications in person. You must mail them,” the woman said.
    “Well, this is a special circumstance and I spoke with Mr. Thompson,” I told the woman patiently.
    “Leave it with me and I’ll see what I can do,” the woman said. I was leery suddenly. Had this woman tampered with my application? Was it Mr. Thompson? James looked impatient and I was sure he was about to intercede but right then, Mr. Thompson walked in. The receptionist introduced him to James and me. I didn’t miss the look of disappointment on her face. Maybe I was just being paranoid or maybe she was working for Vicky.
    “Oh yes, my that was fast. You’re from Los Angeles, aren’t you?” he asked as he invited us to his office.
    “Yes, we caught a flight,” I explained leaving out the small detail that we took James’ private plane. I don’t think this man or his staff knew who James was. At least not all of them. Whoever tampered with my application certainly knew who we were though.
    “Well, have a seat and I’ll look over your application. It’s the least I can do since you came all this way. I’m really sorry about the mix up,” he said. James and I sat in the two chairs positioned in front of Mr. Thompson’s desk. He looked over the packet and nodded. “It seems to be in order. Unfortunately, I can’t approve it. Just this morning, I received an ethics complaint concerning your previous employment at the Roland Talent Agency. That will need to be settled before I can issue a license,” Mr. Thompson told us. James and I looked at one another. We both knew where that complaint had originated.
    “Well, how long will that take?” James asked.
    “That could take up to six weeks. I’m sorry but there’s not much I can do. If you had a license, you could continue to operate pending the outcome, but I can’t issue a license if you’re under investigation,” he explained. Again, Mr. Thompson seemed sincere. I was pretty sure he was innocent in all this, a pawn in Vicky’s games. I could identify with him.
    “I think I know what this is about. If the complaint is withdrawn, can you issue the license?” I asked.
    “Yes, immediately. Well, pending the normal processing but this looks complete and in order,” Mr. Thompson said. James looked ready to pounce but I patted his