trade practices.
“I’d rather she was in there helping us, and then we slammed her with the information. But you do what you can. Just put this bitch out of business.”
He especially didn’t enjoy filming something so malicious toward a woman. Something that if not done properly could create a backlash that could ruin someone’s career or make their life a living hell.
“Agreed. And the next film, I can choose any subject I want.”
“You are in total control of your next film,” Graham promised him.
How could he turn down the opportunity to pick and choose his next documentary subject?
“Ruin her, Reed. I lost Juliet because of this woman. Make the bitch suffer.”
Chapter Four
R eed glanced at his production schedule. He’d been refining it for several weeks. Now with Lacey Morgan out of the picture, he was revising it once again. Still he intended to show the folly of using a “Coach” for anything other than sports. There were life coaches, spiritual coaches, wellness coaches, career coaches, you name it and they were out there. But what credentials did these people have?
Ty stuck his head in the office. “Hey man, how’s it coming?”
“Almost done. We’re still going for the same approach. I want to show how these people are making large sums of money on innocent people. It’s a sham,” he said with vigor. Plus, it had cost him a girlfriend and more importantly his boss a girlfriend. Damn, he missed sex. “How did the meeting go?”
Though Ty was the cameraman, they worked together, and when Reed couldn’t get to a meeting, Ty would step in and take over. They had a great business relationship and worked everything out between them. Except the editing. Reed did all the post-production work. This kept their costs down and their profits higher.
“I didn’t have time to listen to Graham’s Christmas list of what he wanted in the film.”
“It’s lengthy.”
“Knowing Graham, I’m sure it is.”
“Are you okay with changing the focus?” Ty asked.
What choice did Reed have? He may not be able to film Lacey’s corporation, but if he had enough interviews with dissatisfied members, then he would say she refused an on-camera interview to tell her side.
“I’m flexible. But I’m still going to show ‘Mate Incorporated’ with its leader Lacey Morgan. Two disgruntled members have agreed to on-camera interviews, and I’m hoping an employee will come forward.”
An uncomfortable moment of silence stretched between them, alerting Reed that something bothered his friend.
“In the past, you were more interested in showing the world something you thought was morally wrong. But what’s the harm in what Lacey’s doing?” Ty asked. “Yeah, your girlfriend dumped you because of Lacey, but her reasons were legit.”
For a moment, Reed was stunned, and he fairly exploded. “Why is a relationship coach telling women how to choose a partner? She has a certificate. Big whoop! A piece of paper, not a degree in psychotherapy.”
Ty rubbed his chin and frowned. “I don’t think what she’s doing is all that wrong. There are a lot of dating services that offer the same or even less than her company, and they don’t give you any guidelines on choosing the right person.”
Ty stepped into his office, and Reed whirled in his chair to face him. It wasn’t often they disagreed.
“Good because I’m going to compare this ‘coach’ crap to a dating service and show how what she offers is a glorified dating service where you pay more. And dating services, who needs them?”
Ty glanced away and shrugged, his face relaxed. “Fair enough. But I have a buddy who met his wife on one of those on-line companies.”
Reed rolled his eyes. What kind of man used a dating service? “I consider those places man-bait shops. They provide the hook, the bait, and the reel. Your friend was a sucker. He got caught.”
“He’s happy,” Ty said, leaning against the door frame. “He’s
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