I watch Quinn as he stares at his sister. Something tells me her signing more to her management group was not something they agreed upon when he joined the group. He’s never really said what his agreement with his sister is, but I have a feeling an expansion wasn’t part of it.
“Hey, Zoey,” Hendrix breaks the tension between the siblings. He goes over and shakes her hand. “I guess you’re taking my job.”
Zoey looks at Elle who is shaking her head. “What he means is, you’ll be the one trolling for misleading articles.”
“Oh,” Zoey seems surprised. “Actually, I’m going to ask that you bring them to me or simply email the link. Of course, I’ll prowl on my own, but won’t be able to catch them all. And depending on the work load, we’re hoping to hire an assistant very soon.”
“That’ll be great,” he says, almost as if he needs someone to help him scour the internet for garbage.
“With that said,” Zoey says, “if something happens where you’ll need me to intervene, it’s best that you come to me right off. My office will be just down the hall from Elle’s.”
“What hall?” Quinn interrupts.
The siblings have a stare down. “I’m in a position where I can rent a floor upstairs,” Elle smiles as she says this, as does Quinn.
“Congratulations. Maybe next time you can burst in here acting happy instead of looking like someone stole your cat. We’re supposed to be a family.”
The last part of Quinn’s statement was definitely meant to hurt Elle. I can tell by his expression he’s hurt that she didn’t tell him the news beforehand. I can see his point, but also hers. Her job is to manage the band and while her brother is our lead singer, she can’t always worry about his feelings.
I clear my throat, getting Zoey and Elle’s attention. “Would this be a good time to tell you that the article Hendrix gave me is utter crap? I’m not cheating on my pregnant wife.”
“Yes, of course,” Zoey reaches for the article. “Congratulations, by the way.”
“Thank you.”
“Have you thought about selling the first pictures of your child to People?”
“Um…” her question catches me off guard. “I’d have to talk to my wife.”
Zoey seems pleased with this. “Do it and let me know. I’ll set it up. They’ll pay, especially for the exclusive, which means you can’t post any pictures on social media until after they’ve released their cover and story.”
“Seems simple enough,” I tell her. “I’ll talk to Whiskey when I get home.”
“Your wife’s name is Whiskey?” Zoey pulls her phone from her purse and frantically scrolls. Elle places her hand on top of Zoey’s.
“Jamie or Jameson is her actual name. Ajay calls her Whiskey.”
Poor Zoey looks flustered and slightly confused. Personally, I think Whiskey is a cool name. So much so that I’m going to ask my wife if we should use it to name our son. Fat chance she’ll say yes, but I’m learning that right now I get what I want if I give her what she needs.
“If there isn’t anything else?” Elle asks as she stands.
“Well there actually is,” Hendrix says.
“And what’s that?”
“It seems Dana has a boyfriend. We should probably take care of that as well.”
Dana’s breath catches. She looks from Hendrix to Elle and then to the floor.
“I’m a bit confused,” Elle states. “If Dana wants a boyfriend, surely she’s allowed.”
Hendrix waves her off. “No, the tabloids are
saying she has one. Zoey should demand a retraction.”
Dana remains quiet in this ping pong match between Elle and Hendrix.
“Hendrix, can you please stop?” Dana begs.