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“I’ll talk to you later.”
They disconnected their call, and he couldn’t help but stare at the phone for a second more before walking back to his desk.
“Yo, little brother.”
“Tell me you’ve got good news. I’m hearing through the grapevine that you may have snagged Khalil.”
“Little brother, one day you’re going to realize how much of a genius I am.” London grinned. “We have a celebration to plan. Khalil will be signing this week.”
“Hot damn! Then I’m flying into town. I’m proud of you, big bro. This is going to be all the talk.”
“Hurry up and get here. We need to strategize media, the celebration, and getting all negotiations on the table. We’re going down in history.”
“Oh, God. Bed, you look so inviting,” Alana groaned, walking out of the hotel bathroom wrapped in a towel. She was drained and couldn’t wait to go back home. The trip to Chicago was a nightmare. The office here was in complete disarray, and she and her team were sent to bring the Chicago office up-to-date with theirs.
One day, and she was ready to pull her hair out. But at least they had made great headway. She was able to get their team up to speed on a lot of the processes that she had developed to help spearhead her department. She had developed some modeling techniques that had saved the company a ton of money, and her manager wanted her to share them with the struggling office.
Flopping down onto the bed, she tucked her feet underneath her. She hated leaving Cleveland. London had really been pushing for her to stay so she could be with him during the signing and the celebration they were going to throw for Khalil choosing London’s company to represent him.
But he’d wanted her to abandon her responsibilities to support him.
Her job was important to her. She was an independent woman who could take care of herself. She didn’t know what type of women he was involved with before—
She stopped.
Yes, she did.
Floozies.
Whores.
Women who only wanted to fuck and take money from him.
She cringed. Hopefully not in that order. London Keith didn’t need to hire prostitutes. The women were practically tripping over themselves to get into his apartment before she came along.
All he wanted was to celebrate the biggest contract of his career.
God. Now she felt horrible.
Her work was practically done here. She had given them manuals and helped install the worksheets for all the analysts. Anything else they could do via Zoom.
Alana grinned. She would cut her trip short and surprise London.
Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she dialed London’s number.
The phone rang, and soon his voicemail picked up. She opted out of leaving a message. He would be crazy busy at the moment.
She opened up Instagram, and the first post she saw was of Primetime Sports Management. It was a video posted earlier that day with the official press release announcement that Khalil was going to be represented by Primetime. She watched London and Khalil answer questions, and Khalil speak for few minutes.
Alana was proud of London. All of his hard work was paying off.
She scrolled to the next post.
Her stomach clenched at the photos of Khalil, London, and a few other men she didn’t know posing for the camera. The snapshot itself didn’t bother her. It was the strippers behind the group.
She understood the business of courting athletes, but seeing London hanging with the men in that type of establishment didn’t sit right with her.
Should the company be posting pictures of celebrities in strip clubs?
