Page 32 of Undeniable

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Mr. Moore." Beverly’s smile is confident. "Did you enjoy tonight’s show?" She pushes her iPad away from her.

"Yes, I did. That body paint was hot as hell."

She laughs. "I thought you would enjoy that. She was being painted when I walked in."

"It was pretty crucial. So, tell me, have they agreed? I’m anxious to meet her."

"No doubt. They want me to discuss a few things with you."

I hear Stacey’s voice from last night say."She doesn’t do extracurricular activities."I brace for impact.

"Seary is our headlining star and tied directly to our brand."

"I understand that."

"Then you understand that she is an extremely valuable asset."

"I do."

"She’s someone we must protect as well."

"And? Your point is?"

"If you agree to all the terms, you’ll need to also pass a security background check."

I smirk.They must do this for all her Fucking Fantasy clients too. That’s a good thing."Ok. I agree."

"You’ll need to provide at least 5 personal references as well. We will be discrete and not reveal why we are inquiring."

"I’m ok with that too." I reach into my pants pocket to get a business card. I lay it on the table, and slide it to her. "This is my Chief Operating Officer. She’ll be instructed to give you the information you request."

She takes the card and tucks it inside the flap of her iPad. "Seary’s time is extremely limited and therefore very valuable. Being our headliner isn’t her only obligation."

"Name her price."

"Before we go there, we want you to understand what a valuable commodity she is. She is one of a kind."

"Oh, trust me when I say, I fully understand that she is one of a kind." I smile at her hoping to assure her. She smiles back, but her eyes show she doesn’t seem to get my level of commitment, so I add before she continues her 'justification for this price' sales pitch. "I’ll pay $100,000 for a private VIP room to be alone with Seary for a two-hour exclusive session."

Her eyes nearly pop out of her face and she clears her throat. "Excuse me?"

"I’ll pay $100,000 ... for a private VIP room ... to be alone with Seary ... for a two-hour ... exclusive session."

Her jaw sags slightly, as she looks incredulously at me.

I smirk and add. "Plus if she agrees after our first meeting, I want an additional 2 hours every two weeks."

She blinks rapidly at me clearly not expecting this, trying to decide what course of action she needs to take. "I’ll put forth your offer and get back to you."

"I’d prefer you to put forth my offer now."

She studies my face and sees my determined look. "Yes. Ok." She pulls her iPad to her. I watch patiently while she gets her shit together and opens a chat with someone. I shift in my seat so I can read the texts upside down.

She types. *Are you available to chat?*

*Yes. What’s up?*

---