Impossible Glamour by Maggie Marr Read Free Book Online

make happen. “Steve has a deal at Summit. They always need material. Damn, Gregory, this is a match made in heaven. Has Steve seen the books?”
    “Ages ago. When Jameson was on book three, but now there are nine in the series. If you can get Steve’s company to option the first three books and start active development on Thrill Me, Kill Me, then I can definitely give you my vote.”
    “Can’t get it done before the partner meeting. We’re talking negotiations and big-ticket money. Summit will have to come in and say yes.”
    “Steve’s production company has a discretionary fund.”
    Gregory wasn’t asking me a question, he was making a statement.
    “Yeah, but—”
    “Webber, you want my yes vote and I want Jameson’s books made into films. You don’t have to be in prep, just get the first three books under option by Steve.” Gregory hopped off the elliptical. “You’re a resourceful agent. I’m certain you can get that going in the next few weeks. Have Steve’s company make the offer and my yes vote is yours.”
    I stepped off the elliptical. Easy? No. Doable? Maybe. If I scrambled my ass and got Steve’s attention. Fuck. This was the only possible avenue that Gregory was giving me to partner.
    “You got it, man.” I held out my hand.
    Gregory clasped it. His handshake was a little too loose for my taste, but the erudite? They always seemed a bit too low-key for me. Give me a manshake-bro-hug any day. This was Gregory, I knew what I was working with.
    “Get me the offer, Webzie, and you have yourself another yes vote on the partnership committee.”
    “Thanks, man.”
    Gregory turned and walked toward another machine. This time that killer stair-thing. No way. Webzie was d-o-n-e. One vote down, two more partners to go. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Dick Munch.
    “Hello?”
    “What the hell, man? It’s nearly six thirty on a Thursday. Get your ass out of bed.”
    “Webber?”
    “Up, kid. I need to know where Steve is today, and I need all the info you can get about the Worldwide deal for Jameson Blake’s books by the time I get to the office. Which will be in about thirty. So get your lazy assistant ass up and go fetch.” I pushed the red button on the phone and headed toward the showers. I’d get Steve’s development person the books today. Hit Steve up at the wedding, and damn, hopefully get the offer to Gregory while CTA was at the company retreat next week.
    Steep climb. Maybe I wouldn’t need to sleep with Selena. That yes wouldn’t be too painful. The woman was smokin’. Too bad she scared Big Boy from hard-python-of-steel to oh-so-soft-shrimpy. I just had to convince myself that Selena wouldn’t rip off my head and suck out my brain after I laid her.
     
     
    Ellen
     
    “Miss Legend, can you please explain to us the reasons for a decompressive craniectomy?
    I looked up from my notes. Dr. Kazowski stood in the center of the hall just outside the patient’s room that we’d all just exited. Devon, an eight-year-old with medulloblastoma. He was scheduled for surgery next week. I’d been scribbling down her words to prepare for the questions I’d get hammered with the week after spring break. Now she was asking me something completely unrelated and for which I was unprepared.
    My stomach dropped to my toes. No matter how hard I studied or how hard I tried, I simply couldn’t keep ahead of Kazowski and her questions.
    “I believe that—”
    “Believe? Or know?” Dr. Kazowski interrupted.
    My tongue darted out and I licked my lower lip. I fought the urge to place the cuticle of my thumb into my mouth.
    “Believing and knowing is the difference between saving and killing.”
    Wow. When she put it like that. “Then no, Dr. Kazowski, I don’t know the answer to your question. My answer would be, at best, an educated guess.”
    “Unprepared. First you’re late and now you attend rounds with limited knowledge. I must say, Miss Legend, I’m unimpressed with your