“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Taran got him a towel before heading down to make some much-needed coffee. She grabbed her phone off the table where she’d dropped it last night—three missed calls and two messages from Wayne. That was weird.
Wayne:Oh my god, you did it!
She cocked her head to the side, unsure of what he was excited about. He’d read her article about Tim a while ago. He hadn’t been disappointed with it, but he was nowhere near this excited.
Wayne:I never gave you enough credit. Locked in another one. I am blown away. Call me.
What was he talking about? Although she was working on getting in touch with Edgar DeLeon’s agent to lock him in for some time this summer, she’d yet to get anything tied down. At least, as far as she knew. It would be odd to have them reach out to Wayne and not to her. But anything was possible. She hit his name and let the phone ring.
“All hail the princess!” Wayne sang as he picked up. Man, he was in an unusually good mood. “I can’t believe you did it. How did you get him to agree? I know I said it was the must-have article for the year, but I never thought you’d pull it off.”
The only must-have he’d demanded this year was Corey.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“Corey Matthews. The contract you got for September.”
Taran’s eyes widened. How did he know about that? Her stomach bottomed out. There was no way.
“The way you snuck that in last night. I didn’t even see it because I just forwarded it to legal. But they called this morning. And damn, Taran, I’m impressed,” Wayne continued like Taran wasn’t having a full-blown panic attack.
How did she send him that? She flicked to her email from last night, and her heart stopped as the names of the attachments came into view.
Tillerson June. Matthews September.
The reason she hadn’t forwarded Tillerson’s contract right away. Sean had sent it with Corey’s.
This could not be happening.