When an icy blizzard blows into rural Colorado at the start of blizzard season, everything that could go wrong for Sierra St. Vincent goes wrong. A naturally stubborn woman with a blurry past, she wants nothing more than to get in her career and spe...
I watched the small woman leave my office in a hurry. Almost tripping over her feet to get away from me. I stroked my beard.
I meant what I said when I said I knew everything about everybody that walks through my doors. I'm a Minnelli. Remember?
But in all seriousness, I wanted to meet Scar myself. Something intrigued me about the person as a whole. How do you have a hold on the whole NBA and part of the NFL and not a soul has looked you in the eyes? I had to know for myself. What are you hiding specifically? I needed to know.
Her report was clean, a former theatre major that quit that to go to agent training. I found that interesting. Considering most agents be lawyers or former lawyers. She went to a training course.
I would be laughing if she wasn't a former representative for Steph Curry, an intern for Rich Paul and Lebron James, and orchestrated one of the biggest trades in NFL history sending Todd Gurley and Odell Beckham Jr to the Atlanta Falcons in the same damn summer. Nah, I'm not laughing at all.
But there was more about her that I was surprised about. Her drive and zeal for what she does turns me on... Powerful women turn me on anyway. My grandmother singlehandedly carried out CEO and Charity Org duties at the same time for majority of my life. A woman that can hold her own in a room full of rich, entitled men, myself included is worth looking into.
I decided to play along with Scarlett because I realize that this is her career. Her baby, just like my teams are my babies. Working for the Headquarters and having a part time role in Everest's Corporation are my babies. I get it. I don't want nobody to stop my bag so why would I stop her bag? Mystery around her name or not. She worked her ass off to be the best and who the fuck am I to get in the middle of that shit?
I wanted to see how she moved. What made her so elite over the other agents in the business and she did not disappoint me. In fact, I was just even more fascinated with her. And, based on her past accomplishments I needed her on my team, even it's just to make moves with me.
I won't even sit up here and lie, I was really expecting a man. But a short man. Shawt man complex having man. Scarlett being a woman shocked me. Who is she going so hard for?
I didn't expect her to be my Bond. Shit, Scar...tell me more.
Meanwhile, Scarlett walked back and forth from her room to her sofa. My career is over. Breathe, breathe...Scar. Breathe. Mari was right. Why did I let this pompous billionaire in my head? Why?
Okay, I have the ESPYs banquet in a few weeks. I could show up to it. Maybe, kinda sorta.
The next morning, Mari stood in the break room to wait on Scarlett. "How did the meeting go with Royce Minnelli?"
"He knew I was Scar...my career is over effective immediately." The two women walk to her office quickly. Scarlett shakes her head solemnly.
"Bitch what? I knew he was a powerful man but...what exactly happened?"
"I slipped up about the email to meet, but he was playing me...played me right out my had and then drawls."
"Back the fuck up please. You fucked him too?"
"He fingered me." She takes out a bottle of wine at 9 am. "And I came. Hard."
Mari is stunned. She watches Scarlett take the bottle to the head. "So, what are you going to do when it's time to sign the contract?"
"My secret is out Mari. I mean you could go in my place but he knows. He fucking KNOWS!"
"You think he's gonna out you?"
"Why would he do that? What would he gain from it?"
"From the looks of it, it feels like a cat-mouse game." Mari shrugs, "y'all keep trying to outdo the other. With this information about you, he has ultimate leverage now. Your career. But I don't expect him to take it that far. He has nothing to gain from it."
It doesn't matter, Scarlett heard what she needed to hear. Royce Minnelli is holding her career at his fingertips.
Just after lunch, she got an email about the final figure for Carter Wooden, her client. A Steph Curry-esque player who is worth every penny of the 5 year/250 million-dollar contract that he was seeking.
Carter agrees to the contract and they set a time to sign it, preferably immediately. Scarlett wants to send Mari in her place as she had in the past but that may not fly here. So, she goes home to change clothes.
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The clock struck 7 pm, in the restaurant of Carter's choosing. The Minnelli Brothers; Greyson, Royce, Stone, and Everest stood in the room like the royalty they were. Should've sent Mari instead, Scarlett thought. Her red bottom heels clicked toward the table to do the formal handshake. "Scarlett Newman, better known as Scar."
Greyson could've swallowed his tongue whole. Stone and Everest are amused but surprised.
She shakes each hand, saving Royce's for last. Sparks tingled up her spine, spreading all over her body. She makes a point to snatch her hand back when he decided to rub his thumb over her knuckles. Everest is pleasantly surprised by her action.
"Let's get started, shall we?" she crosses her leg at the knee. "I don't have all night."
The accountant pulls out the contract and Scarlett read it for herself. "You sure you agree to these terms? All-Star team every year for the bonus?"
"I make it now, Scar. I can handle it." Carter nods his head. he is one of the few players that knew she was a woman and didn't care." He takes the pen from her to sign. Scarlett feels the room get hotter. She keeps her eyes on her client as he signs all the places the accountant tells him to sign.
"I do believe we're done here." She and Carter stand to shake their hands again. "Pleasure doing business with you."
"The pleasure is all mine." Royce wants to pull her into him to increase the pressure but decides against it.
Greyson couldn't resist. "Yo Bond don't fuck witchu. Ah haha." He teases his cousin as Scarlett is out of the room. "Serves you right."
"Find yours first before you talk to me about mine." Royce comes back. Everest looks between the two.
"Maybe you should build one before you come back at Grey because judging by that scowl on her face, she is no Bond yet." Ev takes a sip of his drink. Royce rolls his eyes.
"Of course, you got the answers."
"Being bitter ain't gon change the situation, Royce. And you know that shit." Stone steps in.
Meanwhile, Scarlett sits down at a table further away from the scene to order her food. She got all dressed up for fifteen minutes. Somebody gonna see her in this outfit.
Royce sees his opportunity when he decides to break away from his brothers. "Scar...lett." He smiles a genuine smile. She groans to herself. "May I join you?"
"So you can get more dirt on me to use later? Nah, I'm good."
"I never said I would-"
"The answer is no." she loses her appetite. "I'd rather not be around you."
"That's fine..." Royce whispers and wraps an arm around her waist. "I know what you feel like and that's all I need." A quick, low moan slipped from her lips.
