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“You would need to be bicoastal for a time, but I know you have staff here who can handle things in your absence.”
I wrapped my arms around my body. “Hassan, you’re asking a lot. How far along is this deal?”
“Not far. It’s just in the discovery phase. We’ve had brief talks with ownership, but nothing concrete.”
“Have you thought about starting our own animation studio? We can poach talent and build from the ground up.”
Hassan’s brow furrowed. “We have, but the growing pains could be quite costly. At least if we purchase an established studio, we have the talent in place.”
“There’s no one else who can handle this part of the business?”
“Not to our knowledge. We don’t feel comfortable bringing someone in from the outside. I need your expertise in management. You can right that ship and make it successful.”
“I have a life here.”
“I know you do, but it’s not permanent. Like I said, nothing is concrete at this point, but we are strongly leaning in this direction.”
“I don’t know if I can make that kind of commitment.”
All I could think of was what Austin would say if I said I would need to live in New York for six months or longer. I’d gotten angry at him for even mentioning living in New York; now it looked like I might be the one moving there. I had no idea what it would do to our relationship if it came true.
Hassan stretched his arms across the back of the couch and bounced his crossed leg. “Of course, you would be well compensated for this. We can discuss what you consider fair if it comes to that.”
“I’m not agreeing to anything.”
“I’m not asking you to right now.”
We concluded our conversations at that. After he left my office, I couldn’t concentrate on my work. I couldn’t even consider moving, nor did I want to even if the money was incredible.
“Sammy?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why am I bothering? You’re a million miles away.”
Austin and I were in my bed, and his attempts at distracting me from my earlier conversation with Hassan was not working, even with his hand between my legs.
I stuttered. “I just…I don’t know.”
“What’s wrong? Something’s been eating you since you got home.”
“I might as well tell you, though nothing is set.”
He removed his hand from between my legs. “Tell me what?”
I sat up and looked at Austin. “I had a meeting with Hassan today. He told me they’re considering another animation studio.”
“That’s great. This has been going on for a while. They finally settled on one?”
“Let me finish. The studio is in New York.”
He frowned. “So, what’s the problem?”
“The senior staff is a shit show and guess who would need to go there to hire and train new staff?”
Austin sat up and propped his back against the padded headboard. “Are you kidding me? You bitched at me about even mentioning moving to New York; now you might have to?”
“It wouldn’t be permanent, and I would more than likely be bicoastal during that time.”
