Focusing on his words again I tried to listen without bias. He was watching me, not with intent, but like a dog. Like a puppy more or less. One you just found biting your shoes and had to reprimand, yet was cute so you felt a little sorry for them
“She is waiting’.
“Sorry. She is waiting”.
I knew who ‘she’ is and I wasnt really looking forward to speaking with ‘her’.
‘She’, is our best selling author. The one I signed five years ago, and who gave the company it’s big break. Nicky Oh. Yes, just like Jackie O. I rubbed my temples, warding off the migraine that was soon to be filling its space.