14
Two days until the wedding
“Where’s the coffee?”Finn gripes as he drops into a chair across the table.
A moment later, a hotel attendant wheels a cart into the room.
“We all know why you’re here,” Jax says as Finn nods to the attendant, who fixes his drink. “Tyler and I are part of a consortium looking to purchase Wicked.”
“We want to retain the existing slate of talent,” I continue, shifting back in my seat to survey the table. “Including you.”
In addition to Jax and me, there’s Finn and two other artists.
“And you elicit our support through threats and violence,” Finn quips, stirring his coffee.
“That was personal.” My voice is more composed than yesterday because I need it to be. “This is business.”
The other reason it’s easier to be composed is because Annie’s not here distracting us both by being her.
Which reminds me she and our friends are heading for an adventure across the island today, and Jax and I are the suckers in self-inflicted weekend detention until we can hammer out an arrangement.
I tug on my hair as if that can transport me out of this room.
One of the artists, Den, a strong guy with kind eyes who does mellow R&B music, leans in. “You left Wicked on bad terms after a legal battle, Jax. What makes us think you have the company’s best interests at heart?”
Jax rubs a hand over his jaw. He looks as if he could be on stage any second even though he hasn’t performed in a few years and is officially retired from that part of his career. “Because I was part of what it used to be. I know it can be better. The music industry is evolving, and we can be on the right side of progress or not.”
Flash, a woman with a bleach-blond mohawk and electric blue eyes, frowns. “And you two would be running it?”
I shake my head. “We’d hire a CEO to run the day to day. Any use of company assets by Jax or myself would be contracted separately. Everything would be done above board and ensure there’s no conflict of interest.”
Finn chuckles. “This whole thing screams conflict of interest. Why should we trust you?”
Jax jumps in. “Let’s be clear on what will happen if we don’t do this deal. You start over at a new label. Not the end of the world. But without a good offer like ours, Wicked will run out of cash, which means not only will you not get another deal there, you’ll have to get in line with other secured creditors to try to get your piece of existing royalties owed to you.”
Jax’s “bad cop” brashness shuts them up, but instead of confident, they look uneasy.
I study the table. “Finn, here’s why you trust it. Because no matter what’s between us personally? We’re artists too. And we’re the best chance you have.”