Page 35 of Falling for the Rockstar

MYKA

“Myka, Lenny here. Have a favor to ask. I’m not going to be able to make it out on the small press tour with the group. We need you to fill in for me. I’m having a bit of a procedure and will need to rest afterward.”

“Uh, Leonard. I already do above what most PRs do for their clients, including booking shows. Traveling to pressers and radio stations, sure. I even do local shows, but across the country or even the globe, that is not in my job description.”

“Myka, we know. But Carter and I—”

“Wait, wait, wait. You went to my boss? Why would you do that?”

“To get his permission.”

“We’re not getting married. You don’t go to my boss to ask for my hand in taking on other responsibilities. You ask me first.”

“Myka, Mr. Jackson is on the line for you.” Amber chimes in.

Without regard to Lenny on my cell, I answer the office line.

“Hey, Carter. How’s the family?”

“They are all great. Thanks for asking.”

“Sure. I have the promo things ready for Heartthrob and I’m going over to the location to drop them off ahead of the pop-up tomorrow.”

“Get Amber to do that. I need you to go with Osiris on the four-stopper.”

“I see. But isn’t that a tour manager’s job?” I close my eyes, hoping he recants his request.

“Typically, yes. But this is more of a press thing and not a money-maker. They’re doing radio and TV on those stops and that falls under the umbrella of PR. Now if you don’t want to do it, maybe I can turn this client over to Martina.”

“No. I’ll do it. These are my guys, and I didn’t bust my ass over the past month to hand over the fruits of my labor to some rando.”

“That’s why you are my top rep. Now go home, and pack, the tickets are in your email. Call me when you land at Heathrow.”

The phone disconnects and I curse under my breath.

“Tell them I’ll meet them at the airport and don’t be late.” I bark to Lenny, then disconnect the phone.

“Amber,” I call out to her.

“What is it that you couldn’t use the intercom?” she asks, running into my office.

“I need you to handle Heartthrob for the next two weeks. I, apparently, am going on this global press tour, thanks to Lenny kissing the ass of Carter who insists I go or be replaced.”

“Yikes. Sounds like he didn’t take kindly to Lenny asking for you to go.”

“Maybe. Carter did say that since this is a press thing it technically falls on me. I couldn’t call him on that.”

“Yeah, that would definitely be your death sentence.”

I raise my eyebrows and nod.

“With all things said, I am heading home now to pack. I think the flight is early in the evening and being that it is first class, I need to look fresh enough for the flight yet tired enough to sleep through it. Be sure to email me all the release notes and if you need anything, just let me know. I will have my phone and the back up that way I can always be in touch. I’ll also have my tablet instead of the laptop. Trying to pack as lightly as possible.”

“Maybe you can slip off to a spa or hit the beach to catch some peace and quiet.”

I look at her with a bewildered expression. “Amber, how did you know I was going near a beach? You knew, didn’t you?”

She bashfully bats her eyes and her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “See, we were at dinner last night, and —”

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