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“London. Look. Things aren’t good.”
I chewed my lip, sitting down across from her. “No good news from admin?”
“Nada. We need a miracle. And Miguel closing Garcia was good, but it won’t be enough.”
It felt like a vice clenching around my stomach, but I bit back the sick feeling in my mouth. “I don’t have any great leads right now,” I said, and she put a hand up.
“I trust you, London. More than anyone else in this place, but don’t tell them I said that. More than Miguel, even. I know you would have closed Garcia in another day or two if he hadn’t.”
I let out a measured breath, letting the feelings cool off before I replied. “I’m glad you do, but I don’t even have anywhere to start—”
“I have someone for you.”
I paused. “A good client.”
“Artist. Designer. Fashion icon, of a sort.”
“In Miami? Do they need a flight to New York?”
She smiled drily. “She specializes in lighter clothing.”
“All right, all right. She must be a big name, if you’re being this serious about it.”
“Cameron Mercier.”
I blinked, once, slowly. “Like… that Cameron Mercier.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Uh, no, not just yes ma’am. What? I didn’t even know Cameron Mercier was a real person. I thought it was just a name for the brand.”
She laughed. “Not an enthusiast?”
“Er—María, if you are, I don’t need to know.”
Her expression turned more serious. “She’s looking for a personal residence. Not typically where the money’s at, but she’s quite a big spender. We’re looking at a budget of sixty million, and thinking we could get in on an even bigger budget for office space for her down the road if we did make this inroad.”
I let out a long breath. “Make or break.”
“Make or break, London. I don’t know who else to ask. If you’re up to it, I’m taking everything else off your case so you can work your magic and close this damn woman.”
Chapter 3
Ruth rubbed her forehead. “I mean, I appreciate your help…”
I pushed my chair back away from my desk, looking out the window. The pigeon smear was a bit ugly over the view. “Forget about it. I’m just glad the deal is closed.”
“I’d back you up, you know. If you wanted to talk to María about it.”
“There’s no use. The company doesn’t need internal conflict on top of everything right now.”
She folded her arms. “It makes my blood boil that he just walks in and steals the glory.”
I tented my hands. “Miguel Sanchez cannot do anything without stealing, lying, and pulling shifty business. That’s something I’ve gotten used to.”
“But still.” She stood up, walking to my side, staring out the window with me. “You ever feel like he’s targeting you?”
“All the time, Ruth. All the time. More than you know, actually. He’s listed as special contributor to the real estate group that bought out my landlords and are kicking me out of my apartment.”
