Clint Eastwood

Chapter 7

Brantley's POV:

I hung up with a crying Jessie and immediately called the owner of my label. I explained the situation and he put me on hold. "Ok Brantley, I've got you on speaker, it's me, another agent, and our company attorney. Do you know if Jessie wrote the songs already recorded? Or the ones on the masters at the label?" He asked me. "Yeah. She wrote them all." I said. "Ok, we're prepared to offer Jessie a contract at 25% more than what she was getting over there. Our attorney is typing as we speak. He'll file a suit against the label and we'll get all of the masters, everything she's recorded for this album, and anything she wrote. You get Jessie James to Atlanta, and we'll handle the rest. We'd be honored to have her." He told me. I sighed in relief and called Jessie back. She was still sniffling. "H-hello?" She whispered. "Pack up baby. Move out of the city." I explained what my label owner said, and about the contract they offered her. "Are you serious right now?!" She asked. "Jessie you know me well enough to know that I don't speak just to hear myself talk." I chuckled. "Thank you Brantley!" She exclaimed happily. "Atlanta here I come! Hey.. How far is Jefferson from Atlanta?" She asked curiously. "About an hour why?" I asked. "Just figuring out how much time to allow myself for commuting for visits. You promised to teach me to shoot! And I want to see Sylo again!" She giggled excitedly. I laughed. "You just want me for my guns and my dog. Is that what you're tellin me?" I teased her. "Well... And your motorcycles. I really like your motorcycles." She sighed dreamily. I snorted. "I bet the hell you do!" I laughed. Jessie groaned. "Are you sure you aren't in L.A. right now?" Which cracked me up all over again. "The sooner you get to Atlanta, the sooner I'll take you for another ride. But you remember what happened last time you rode, don't you?" I deepened my voice. Jessie moaned long and low. "Oh yeah..... I definitely need that again... to go riding again I mean." She mumbled, but I definitely heard her. I chuckled and growled into the phone. "How about you just ride my face instead of the bike? Technically you'll still be able to say you went riding baby." I cooed at her. She squeaked and dropped the phone, stuttering as she picked it up. I cracked up and promised to call her at the same time tomorrow before we hung up.