Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Sam Shaw’s wife?”
“Yeah, you know, she’s got galleries throughout the US. But she also has an advisory service.”
“Advisory?” he asks. “Advising on what? Art?”
“Exactly. She doesn’t make a big thing about it. It’s something she does herself for a few exclusive clients who want her help finding art for a new home or a refurb, that kind of thing. The clients that she works with are the kinds of people who are members of the Club.”
“Okay,” Byron says, trying to figure out what I’m going to say next. Or more likely, he knows exactly what I’m going to say, but he’s wondering why I’m here in the middle of the day to talk to him about it.
“I thought it might be a service you want to offer your guests or members or whatever you call them while they’re here.”
“You want me to hand out a flyer or what?”
I chuckle. “Yeah. Or maybe wear a sandwich board and stand in the gym. But seriously, you could invite her to come to the Club and inform members they have an opportunity to have an initial meeting with her, while they’re in the relaxed environment of the Club. Some of them might decide they want to work with her. Grace is a big name in the art world.”
Byron’s silent for a beat. “Won’t they have people for stuff like this? My designer takes care of art at my place and here.” He nods toward a painting that I can tell Juniper painted. Realization dawns on his face. “Oh, you want her out here so she can meet Juniper, and Juniper can’t go to New York because of Riley.”
“Partly,” I say. “Juniper is why I called Grace, and we got to talking, and she told me of this consultancy service she offers. And she likes Juniper’s work. She loves connecting with new artists. Even if she can’t give Juniper a show at one of her galleries, she might be a fit for one of her clients she consults for. But Juniper and Grace need to meet. I’m sure if they do, Grace will be impressed with Juniper’s work. But for some reason, Juniper won’t call Grace. Or can’t call her. I can see she wants it. But she won’t… I don’t know if she’s scared or if she doesn’t think she’s good enough.”
“Both probably,” Byron says.
“Right. Makes sense. But Grace isn’t coming to Star Falls just for Juniper.”
“So, you want her to come and meet with Club members,” he says out loud. “That way, she’ll connect with potential clients for the work in her galleries and for her consultancy services. And she’ll have an opportunity to meet Juniper and see her work. It’ll give her an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.”
He pulls in a breath. “Club members don’t like the hard sell, but we’re talking about Grace Astor, so I don’t have that to worry about. I think it’s a good idea. But speak to marketing. The Club manager, Hart, can put you in touch with the right person.”
He pauses, but I can tell he hasn’t finished speaking.
“You’re a good guy, Fisher, don’t get me wrong. And honestly, I’d be a very happy man if you and Juniper ended up together. But she’s never left Star Falls. I don’t see you moving here—”
“We’re just having fun. We both know this isn’t a long-term thing,” I say.
I like Juniper. I really like her, and the sex… it was more than phenomenal. But we don’t work from a logistical perspective.
“And she definitely knows that?” he asks.
“Absolutely,” I say. “I’m not about to make promises I can’t keep.”
“I know that’s not what you would ever intend, but I would hate it if things got misconstrued. Juniper is a lovely woman.”
“I know,” I say. I get that Byron feels protective over his friend. Over this entire town. I’m not going to break Juniper’s heart. “Juniper made it clear that we could only be casual.”
Byron nods, satisfied. “It’s good of you to help.”
“She’s talented,” I reply. “And you know how I like to network.”
“It’s your greatest strength. Is there anyone in New York you don’t know?”
“No one worth knowing,” I say on a grin. I slide the seltzer onto the coffee table in front of me.
“Everything okay with Vivian?”
I nod. “I got to go back into the studio the other day. I helped her out on a couple of things.”
“Like as a producer?”
I nod, skimming my palm over my jaw. “Yeah. I hadn’t done it in a long while, but it felt good.”
“Getting your hands dirty?”
“Getting back to basics. I love the music industry because I love music. All this other stuff sometimes takes away from that. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate the business side of what I do, but sometimes the music can get lost, you know?”