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here for a reason and it’s not because you’re getting fired or anything bad like that.”
“Okay, then what’s this about?” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned on the table, trying to appear natural, but I felt like an idiot. I was nervous and I thought that maybe I was sweating through my white blouse so I had to keep my arms down at all costs.
“So, me and Pam have been at the company for awhile now and while it’s been great for us, we’re also getting a little sick of all the male dominance. Like the fact that we’re the only three women full-time publicists and the rest are assistants.” Abbi kept her arms open on the table, not even touching her coffee.
“And you’re planning a coup d’état and need to use me as a human shield when you take over the CEO’s office?” I asked, half-joking and half-wondering if maybe that was their plan. Maybe not the human shield, but trying to do a takeover. Pam was only twenty-six, but had more successful clients in her Blackberry than most people did at forty. She was smart, sharp tongued, and knew how to organize even the craziest of clients. And Abbi, well, Abbi was the cream of the crop. No one could touch her.
Abbi rolled her eyes. “Will you shut your mouth and stop rambling for two seconds? I’m trying to make you an offer here.”
“An offer?” I sat up straighter. That wasn’t what I was expecting out of this conversation. Usually morning phone calls ended with bad news, not offers.
“Yes.” Abbi cleared her throat and glanced at Pam before looking back at me. “Me and Pam are sick of the shit the guys give us at the office and we want to start our own company. The two of us and you.”
“Me?” I pointed at myself, widening my eyes. “Why me? What can I bring to the table? You two are the shit and I’m just some lowly first-year publicist.”
Pam laughed. “Okay, first off, Abbi wouldn’t have gone through with this if she couldn’t bring you with.”
“It’s true,” Abbi chimed in.
“And second, for not even being in this business a year, you have a better game than half the employees in that place. We also think that you have some great clients you could bring along with us,” Pam added.
“We’ve already spoken to most of our clients and they’ve agreed t hey would go anywhere with us, so we’re hoping if you want to come with us that you’d bring your clients too,” Abbi said.
I fumbled for the words. When I was first offered my publicist job at the company it was like a dream come true to work on Michigan Ave nue. Then after the long hours set in I was starting to dread going to work every day. The only thing that made it better was seeing Pam and Abbi every day. If they were leaving, what would I have left besides spastic gym owners?
“Okay.” I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Before we start talking logistics like office space and salary ...”
“Everything would be virtual so you can work on your laptop from home and salary would primarily be commission based, but you wouldn’t have to share your commission with anyone else, so it’s all yours and you can make as little or as much as you wanted,” Pam interrupted, her arms lunging forward as if she was going to leap off the table onto me.
Abbi put her hands forward, palms out, looking at Pam. “Down, killer, let her talk. It’s probably a lot to take in.”
Pam nodded, letting out a visible breath. “Okay, sorry. I’m just excited.”
“I know, I know. Me too.” Abbi sm iled and then looked back at me. “But go on, finish with your question.”
“What clients are you wanting me to take with? Because I kind of pissed of Steroid Stefan last week and probably a few taxi cab companies.”
Abbi and Pam stared at each other, blinking like some silent Morse code before they finally turned back to me and Pam spoke first. “Well, you do have that one author client, the one that was huge in Germany?”
“You mean the one I
“Okay, then what’s this about?” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned on the table, trying to appear natural, but I felt like an idiot. I was nervous and I thought that maybe I was sweating through my white blouse so I had to keep my arms down at all costs.
“So, me and Pam have been at the company for awhile now and while it’s been great for us, we’re also getting a little sick of all the male dominance. Like the fact that we’re the only three women full-time publicists and the rest are assistants.” Abbi kept her arms open on the table, not even touching her coffee.
“And you’re planning a coup d’état and need to use me as a human shield when you take over the CEO’s office?” I asked, half-joking and half-wondering if maybe that was their plan. Maybe not the human shield, but trying to do a takeover. Pam was only twenty-six, but had more successful clients in her Blackberry than most people did at forty. She was smart, sharp tongued, and knew how to organize even the craziest of clients. And Abbi, well, Abbi was the cream of the crop. No one could touch her.
Abbi rolled her eyes. “Will you shut your mouth and stop rambling for two seconds? I’m trying to make you an offer here.”
“An offer?” I sat up straighter. That wasn’t what I was expecting out of this conversation. Usually morning phone calls ended with bad news, not offers.
“Yes.” Abbi cleared her throat and glanced at Pam before looking back at me. “Me and Pam are sick of the shit the guys give us at the office and we want to start our own company. The two of us and you.”
“Me?” I pointed at myself, widening my eyes. “Why me? What can I bring to the table? You two are the shit and I’m just some lowly first-year publicist.”
Pam laughed. “Okay, first off, Abbi wouldn’t have gone through with this if she couldn’t bring you with.”
“It’s true,” Abbi chimed in.
“And second, for not even being in this business a year, you have a better game than half the employees in that place. We also think that you have some great clients you could bring along with us,” Pam added.
“We’ve already spoken to most of our clients and they’ve agreed t hey would go anywhere with us, so we’re hoping if you want to come with us that you’d bring your clients too,” Abbi said.
I fumbled for the words. When I was first offered my publicist job at the company it was like a dream come true to work on Michigan Ave nue. Then after the long hours set in I was starting to dread going to work every day. The only thing that made it better was seeing Pam and Abbi every day. If they were leaving, what would I have left besides spastic gym owners?
“Okay.” I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Before we start talking logistics like office space and salary ...”
“Everything would be virtual so you can work on your laptop from home and salary would primarily be commission based, but you wouldn’t have to share your commission with anyone else, so it’s all yours and you can make as little or as much as you wanted,” Pam interrupted, her arms lunging forward as if she was going to leap off the table onto me.
Abbi put her hands forward, palms out, looking at Pam. “Down, killer, let her talk. It’s probably a lot to take in.”
Pam nodded, letting out a visible breath. “Okay, sorry. I’m just excited.”
“I know, I know. Me too.” Abbi sm iled and then looked back at me. “But go on, finish with your question.”
“What clients are you wanting me to take with? Because I kind of pissed of Steroid Stefan last week and probably a few taxi cab companies.”
Abbi and Pam stared at each other, blinking like some silent Morse code before they finally turned back to me and Pam spoke first. “Well, you do have that one author client, the one that was huge in Germany?”
“You mean the one I
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