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“Well, you’ve been working hard to get back into shape. I hope they’re at least considering it.”
That means a lot coming from him.
“Me, too. I’m excited to spar again, though. You should see how flexible I am now. I can do shit I couldn’t do since I was ten.”
“That’s great, Sam. I just want you to pace yourself. Respect your limits.”
I want to tell him healed means what it says, but he’s a dad, so he has to be this way. “You got it,” I tell him.
“You sound great,” he says.
I smile. “Yeah, things are going good.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“How ‘bout you?”
“I’m in New York. Thirty-two clients wanted meetings, so it’s been hectic.”
“How long are you there for?”
“One more day.”
“And then you’re going home, or what?”
“Probably. All the Christmas campaigns are in full force.”
“Seems kind of late for that,” I say.
“Hm,” he says, and then, “I need to let you go. I have a lunch to get ready for, but thanks for letting me know about the leg.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Tell Calyx I asked about him?”
I frown. “Sure.”
“Thanks, bud. Love you.”
“I love you too, Dad. Bye.”
“Bye.”
The call disconnects as I come to a stop at a light. Thirty two clients in New York, and those are only the ones who wanted meetings with him. If I’m not mistaken, he’s got like sixty something clients based in New York and probably more than that in LA. So why is this one in San Francisco so critical to get back to work?
I mean—if anyone gets Calyx’s appeal, it’s me, but if he’s done with modeling, he’s done. My dad’s not exactly hurting for a commission. Let the dude be a yoga teacher or whatever. It’s not like he sucks at it. Also, I get the strong feeling that if my dad approached Calyx with the right job onthiscoast, he’d probably do it just so he could sit in lotus position in peace for a little longer.
Or finish the Marvelverse. Whichever he’s in the mood for.
When I get to the gym, Javier, the owner and head coach, pulls me into his office.
He keeps his space very tidy and organized, a bookshelf full of self-improvement and workout texts behind him. He’s got a few photos of his family—his wife and two daughters—on his desk. “We got you into the expo,” he says with a half grin.
I lift my brows in surprise. That was fast.
“Don’t get too excited,” Javier says with a lift of his hand. “This guy isn’t much competition for you, but if you don’t get overconfident, should be an easy W for you.”
I’ll take an easy win any day. “Who is it?”
