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Twelve

After wrapping up the meeting with Morgan and Hardy, Alex took a deep breath and gathered her notes for her next appointment. This meeting was crucial-she would be coordinating with the other managers whose clients would also be on the tour.

Alex walked into the conference room, where several managers were already seated, chatting among themselves. The room quieted as she entered, and she took her place at the head of the table.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Alex began, projecting confidence. "Thank you all for being here. As you know, we're gearing up for a major tour with multiple artists. Our goal today is to align our plans and ensure everything runs smoothly."

The managers nodded, their attention focused on Alex.

"First, let's go over the tour schedule," Alex said, as she distributed copies of the itinerary, each manager had their clients section of the tour pre highlighted. "We have 131 concerts lined up, with key performances in major cities. It's critical that we coordinate on logistics, marketing, and artist support."

One of the managers, Lisa, raised a hand. "What about promotional events? Are there plans for meet-and-greets or media appearances?"

"Yes," Alex replied. "We'll have designated days for promotional events. I've already spoken with our PR teams to schedule interviews and fan interactions. We'll need to collaborate closely to manage the artists' time effectively."

Another manager, Mark, leaned forward. "Transportation and accommodations are always a hassle. How are we handling those?"

"We've secured a fleet of tour buses for the domestic leg." Alex explained. "For international dates, we'll be using a combination of flights and trains. I've booked hotels in advance to ensure comfort and convenience for everyone. Detailed itineraries will be provided to each artist's team."

Samantha, another manager, chimed in. "How about security? With so many concerts and public appearances, we need to ensure everyone's safety."

"Absolutely," Alex agreed. "We've hired a top-tier security firm to handle all aspects of safety and crowd control. Each venue will have a dedicated security team, and we'll have personal security for the artists at all times."

Alex left the meeting and returned to her office, she sat down at her desk and glanced at the stack of applications she had been meaning to review. It was finally time to hire an assistant-she needed more help handling all the paperwork and logistics.

Sifting through the applications, Alex looked for candidates who stood out. She wanted someone organized, reliable, and passionate about the music industry. As she reviewed each resume, a few promising candidates caught her eye.

Alex made a list of the top candidates and started drafting emails to invite them for interviews. She hoped to find someone who could not only manage the administrative tasks but also contribute creatively to the team's success.

As she sent out the interview invitations, Alex felt a sense of relief. Having an assistant would lighten her load significantly, allowing her to focus more on strategic planning and less on the small things.

With the emails sent, Alex leaned back in her chair, feeling a bit more in control. Taking a deep breath, she turned her attention to the next item on her agenda, determined to make every moment count as they prepared for the tour.

Alex hurried down the hallway, her arms laden with files, a tray of coffee precariously balanced on top. The office was a bustling hive of activity, with phones ringing and people rushing to and fro. Straight out of college, Alex became an assistant at this high-powered law firm for six months now, and each day felt like a test of her patience and endurance.

"Alex! Where are those reports?" A voice barked from one of the offices. Mr. Thompson, her demanding boss, was always on her case.

"Coming, Mr. Thompson!" Alex called back, picking up her pace. She nearly tripped over a stack of papers someone had left in the middle of the floor, but managed to catch herself just in time.

Reaching his office, she set the tray of coffee down on his desk and handed over the reports. "Here are the reports you needed."

"Finally." He grumbled, barely glancing up. "I need these reviewed and back on my desk in an hour. And get me a new coffee. This one's cold."

Alex nodded, biting back a retort. "Yes, Mr. Thompson."

She turned to leave, already feeling the weight of the morning's tasks bearing down on her. Her desk was piled high with paperwork, her inbox overflowing with emails demanding immediate responses. She took a deep breath and tried to focus.

As she sat down, her phone buzzed with another message. "Alex, I need you to schedule a meeting with the partners for tomorrow at 10 AM. And don't forget to pick up my dry cleaning."

"Sure thing." She muttered under her breath, opening her calendar and starting to make the arrangements.

Her phone rang again. It was Karen from accounting, needing an update on some invoices. Alex juggled the call while typing out an email, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Alex, the copy machine is jammed again!" Someone called from the break room.

She sighed, muting the phone call for a moment. "I'll be right there." Alex called out. She was the only person in the office who knew how to fix it.

By midday, Alex felt like she was drowning. Every time she thought she had a handle on things, more tasks were piled onto her already overflowing plate. She barely had time to take a sip of water, let alone eat the lunch she had packed.

As the day dragged on, her frustration grew. She had taken this job hoping it would be a stepping stone to something bigger, a chance to prove herself in the professional world. But instead, she felt like she was running in place, constantly dealing with trivial tasks that left her drained and unfulfilled.

Alex decided she needed a break from the whirlwind of preparations and paperwork. She made her way to Hardy and Morgan's writing room, hoping to unwind a bit.

"Hey guys." Alex said, poking her head into the room. "How about we hit the bar later? I think we could all use a break."

Both boys looked up from their work, relief evident on their faces. "Sounds like a plan." Morgan said, grinning. "We could use a drink."

"Count me in." Hardy agreed, stretching his arms. "Been staring at these lyrics for too long."

"Great." Alex replied, smiling. "Let's wrap up here and head out."

Once they finished their work for the day, the trio made their way to one of the bars down the street. The familiar neon sign flickered in the evening light as they walked in, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses welcoming them.

They found a table in the corner and settled in, ordering drinks and enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.

"So, how are you guys feeling about the tour?" Alex asked, sipping her drink.

"Excited and nervous." Morgan admitted. "But mostly excited. It's going to be an amazing experience, especially with you there." Morgan chuckled giving the girl a wink making her roll her eyes.

"Yeah." Hardy agreed. "It's a lot of work, but I think we're ready for it. Especially with you keeping everything on track, Alex."

Alex smiled, appreciating the vote of confidence. "Thanks, Michael. We're all in this together, and we're going to make it an unforgettable tour."

A/n: I'm glad y'all are enjoying this book. I have about 50 more chapters written already, I feel like it's too much so I'm trying to shorten it as best as I can. Keep enjoying, I am so grateful for the kind comments.