Page 4 of Moon Blind Hearts
Dear Cash,
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I checked out your content and The Velvet Rodeo looks promising. While everything looks good to me, I do have requirements in order for us to agree to work together. Please find them attached.
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Thank you.
Vanta Vyxxxen.
My rules are simple really, but they’re a lot to promise, especially for three weeks. They’re required to provide private housing for a team of four including myself, and provide food. Really, this requirement rules out small time channels from requesting a collaboration they’re not prepared for. I’ve had so many issues before where they weren’t prepared even with the barest amount of items. I don’t really expect food every meal. There’s almost always negotiations and that’s the first thing I knock off. The next rule is no peanuts. Two of my team are dangerously allergic to them. Also, everyone involved is required to sign an NDA stating they won’t discuss my involvement, appearance, or any details about me to anyone at all. I expect fifty percent of royalties paid to my accounts monthly and there will be no contact after the contract is up except for payment and potential future collaborations. I glance over at the rat currently hanging off the couch and roll my eyes. They also have to allow Ratrick Swayze, but so far, no one has had an issue with that.
“Ratrick,” I chastise him when he falls with a plop to the floor and immediately scurries back to try again. “Try not to leave little claw marks in that couch. They look bad on camera.”
He squeaks at me, as if to give me attitude, but I don’t reprimand him for it. He can have as much attitude as he wants. He’s too much a sweetheart for me to be mad at him for long.
I go to stand up after I hit send, but before I can rise to my feet, my computer dings with another email. Frowning, I plop back down and click open the email. “We accept your requirements! When can we expect you? -Cash.” I blink. “What the fuck?”
He didn’t negotiate. He didn’t even ask questions or anything. Just that quick, he accepted.
Looking over at Ratrick climbing across a teddy bear, I swear under my breath. “Well, shit. Okay. Guess we’re going to Wyoming, Ratrick.”
A noise in another room calls my attention, so I quickly type out a reply and hit send before standing and going to the other room.
See you in a week. - Vanta
Chapter 2
Oak
“We did it!” Cash explodes, suddenly slamming up from the computer and sending the chair toppling backwards. It scares the shit out of me and I jerk in response, thinking we’re being shot at, or worse, doxed.
I press my hand to my chest and scowl at one of my best friends. “You scared the shit out of me,” I growl. “The hell did we do to make all that necessary?”
Cash spins and meets me eyes, a huge grin on his face. “Vanta Vyxxxen just signed on for a collaboration!”
Swayer straightens where he sits on the couch. “You got Vanta Vyxxxen? How?”
Cash shrugs. “She sent through some requests, but I jumped on it quick. I didn’t want her to change her mind. This is the breakthrough we need!”
“What sort of requests?” I grumble.
“Don’t know. Didn’t read ‘em,” Cash laughs.
“You didn’t read them?” I growl, standing up. “But you agreed to them?”
“Bro, Vanta Vyxxxen is big time. It doesn’t matter what she requests. Just her being on our stream will blow us up. She’s the gothic goddess of edging. Our clients are going to go nuts for her,” Cash continues excitedly, clearly not worried at all to what he agreed to. He could have signed away our souls and the asshole wouldn’t even care.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, coming over to the computer and clicking through the emails before finding the attached requirements. I scan through it and swear. “You fucking idiot! You agreed to house and feed a team of four. Private housing.” I’m not worried about the NDAs. That’s pretty standard for this kind of thing. No one wants their personal information to get leaked online. Fifty percent of the royalties isn’t bad and completely fair, though we usually get slightly more for hosting and providing equipment. “And she’s bringing a pet rat.”
“That’s wicked,” Cash exclaims. “Of course she’d have something cool like a rat. I expected something like a snake, but a rat is super cool, too.”
I read over the NDAs she sent and frown. “These NDAs say we literally can’t talk about her appearance, her name, her details, or even tell anyone she was here if someone comes asking. That’s a strange thing to include in there.”
“Her channel is all about anonymous mystery,” Sawyer shrugs. “It makes sense if you think about it, even if it is a little stricter than ones we’ve signed before.”
“Yeah. She’s been established for three years. She has her stuff set in stone. We can learn so much from her,” Cash adds, as eager as a puppy getting pets. Fuck. He’s always getting us into this shit without reading.
