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Chris nodded as Harlee pulled out her phone. “We’ve heard nothing but good things about your company. I’m sure that you’re aware that we had a leak a couple of years ago with her second platinum album. We just don’t want that to happen again.”
“Understood. I promise I will not let that happen.” It was tempting to be a little offended by the emphasis on not leaking the single, but at the same time, I got it. I knew what living a high-profile life was like—I’d been doing so since I was kid.
“Perfect, so I have the NDAs with me,” Chris said, pulling up his messenger briefcase and pulling out a stack of papers. “Anyone who is in the same room, who might hear something, needs to sign one of these.”
I nod, surprised at how many copies were handed over to me. “I think this is enough for everyone who works here, including the janitors,” I chuckled, giving them both a smile. Harlee returned my chuckle with a blank stare, making me feel uncomfortable.
Does she not want to use us?
I pursed my lips before clearing my throat. “So, how about we talk about what you’re thinking for the video?”
“First you need to sign the NDA.” Chris gestured to the stack of papers in front of me. “We need that signed before we begin any discussions whatsoever.”
“Of course,” I muttered out in a bright tone, though I felt like throwing the paper right at his face. I pulled the top copy off the stack and unclipped my pen from my suit jacket pocket. I scanned the text, inwardly annoyed at just how detailed the NDA was.
But I knew they had to cover everything.
“Do you know when the coffee will be here?” Harlee asked as I scribbled my initials beside the points. “I’m dying for some caffeine.”
“Olivia will be here with it shortly,” I answered, never taking my eyes off the document. “She’s not the fastest errand girl.”
“Sounds like you might need a new one then,” Chris chuckled, and my stomach tightened in Olivia’s defense. I held back the urge to say anything though, resigning myself to just a mere chuckle.
Just then, as if by some divine timing, there was a light knock on the door. I looked up just as Olivia walked into the room, balancing four coffees in her hands. She avoided my eyes as she shut the door behind herself.
“Good morning, everyone,” she said in an embarrassingly sing-songy voice.
Oh my god. Of course she’s going to be a dork.
“Good morning,” Chris grunted in response, though his eyes lingered on her a little longer than I liked. Olivia’s olive blouse was just low-cut enough to give a peak of her cleavage, and I was certain that Chris noticed.
“Oh my gosh, I am dying for my caffeine fix,” Harlee groaned as Olivia sat her coffee down in front of her. “You are a literal lifesaver.”
“Why thank you.” Olivia beamed as she dispersed the rest of the drinks. “The coffee shop was so crowded this morning, you’d have thought they were having coffee-con there or something.”
Oh no. Not the jokes.
However, as I looked up with horror, Harlee burst into a fit of laughter, her hazel eyes lighting up at Olivia.
“You are a riot,” Harlee giggled. “What do you do here?”
“She’s—”
“I actually just started here,” Olivia cut me off. “I was a screenwriter out in Los Angeles.”
“Oh?” Harlee tilted her head. “So, is your writing as clever as your jokes?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing—were Olivia and Harlee hitting it off? I sat there in silence as Chris smiled at the two women and Olivia pulled out a chair beside Harlee—clearly making herself comfortable.
“So my new song is about finding the right one, you know, like your soulmate. However, the timing just isn’t right, so you have to let them go.”
Typical.
But the look on Olivia’s face was nothing but pure awe. “That’s incredible, and oh my goodness, there’s so much that you could do theatrically with such a subject. I haven’t heard the song, but I already see a very cinematic film to add nostalgia as the character—or you—looks back on the time spent with the soulmate.”
Annoyance burned in my chest as Harlee’s eyes went wide. “That was exactly what I was thinking, Olivia! You have to be on my team. Chris”—she turned to her manager—“get this beautiful woman an NDA. I want her on my team.”
I opened my mouth as Chris grabbed one of the NDAs sitting in front of me. “Olivia hasn’t really been here long enough for us to determine if she’s a good fit for this project.” As soon as the words left my mouth, Olivia whipped her head in my direction, hurt and frustration filling her eyes.
