My Client the Rockstar (Book 2 Steel Wolf Collection)

Chapter 33

The urge to throw my phone against the wall almost wins over my common sense instead I flop to my bed and rest my head in my hands. Why can't Mr. Gear leave me the fuck alone? We've been back from Chicago for a couple of days and everyone is feeling the buzz of excitement for the next tour to start. Everyone except me. All because of Mr. Gear. 

He called me earlier and requested I send him the itinerary for the tour, which I had already sent him a few weeks ago. This was nothing new. In fact I won't be surprised if on the day we leave he calls me to send him the itinerary. So him calling and making the request was not out of the ordinary. Nor him requesting I set up a meet and greet between Steel Wolf and Wicked Minion. Which I already planned for this afternoon. Way to be ahead of the curve Mr. Gear. 

What had me wanting to destroy my phone was because Mr. Gear was adding an addition to my tour. To my knowledge this person use to work with the company before and got out of the music scene for awhile and now they want back in. Mr. Gear felt the best way for them to reenter would be off the success of Steel Wolf. So they would be another opening act to Steel Wolf, but because they are apart of the label they would be able to travel with us. 

Adding someone else fine, but forcing me to put them onto Steel Wolf's bus since Dimitri will now have his own bus, not okay. Hence why I want to throw my phone against the wall. I almost wonder if he is doing this for a way to get back at me for hiring Skylar. This petty bullshit is right up his alley.

 If I was playing the would you rather game and my two options were you would never be on time for anything or tell Steel Wolf they have to share their bus with a stranger I would chose never being on time without a second thought. The guys have always been adamant about no one on the bus unless they let them. My dumb self never thought of putting the bus rule into the contract when the tour started and now since there isn't anything in the contract they are going to be forced to share with a stranger. 

And who gets to tell them the happy news? Me. I contemplate calling Mr. Gear with my resignation instead. Then I wouldn't have to tell them anything. I have enough money saved up to last me a long while and I'm not a big spender so I should be okay. No Aubree you can't walk away from the guys. But I so so don't want to tell them. 

On top of this person sharing the bus with them Mr. Gear won't give me a name. He wants everything to be a surprise. Have I mentioned how much I despise surprises? Because if not I really really do. This so called surprise if his will end up with four pissed rockers. 

Opening my phone I put in an order for three high-end twin air mattresses. Along with some blankets and pillows. Not sure where I can stick them if push comes to shove, but at least now if they want to crash on my bus I'll have a back up plan. Ten to one they will be on my bus at one point or another. 

Also having a stranger on the bus will not allow for them to continue working on the next album. Fuck. Tray and his paranoia when it comes to their music is going to be a major problem. The safe will end up on either my bus or Dimitri's, wherever they plan on working. 

I drag myself from the rumpled bed and begin to make the bed needing to give myself something to do. Ryder never sees the point in making the bed since it will only become a mess later where as I on the other hand can't leave a messy bed. We can be such polar opposites, but we balance one another.  

What should have been an uncomplicated tour, other then Wicked Minion, has turned complicated. If only he would tell him who the person was so I could prepare the guys, but no Mr. Gear is remaining tight lipped. Mr. Gear also had no problem reminding me per the contract if Steel Wolf decides not to do the tour they will not only be dropped, but also sued. Today is so full of gumdrops and rainbows.