A Reclusive Heart (Hollywood Hearts #2)(5)

“Well,” Rick started. He cleared his throat and pasted a friendly grin on his face. “As part of the agreement between Rerum Publishing and Miss. Harris as well as the clientele’s request, Miss. Harris will continue to oversee their work as our newest senior editor.”

There was a long moment of stunned silence as every set of eyes in the room turned to the squirming woman. Nick felt all his good humor slowly disappear. This was…..this was….. Bullshit!

J.L. was supposed to be his. He had plans. He already put out feelers for promotional events and the response he’d received was astronomical. This was not happening.

He shoved to his feet. “Rick, can I have a word with you?”

Rick sighed, but didn’t look too surprised. The rest of the staff sent him grateful looks. Could they really be that stupid to think that he was upset on their behalf? That was just sad.

“That’s fine. Meeting’s adjourned,” Rick said, grabbing his files and heading for the door. “Miss. Harris?” Rick said to the nervous little recluse who looked like she was about to crawl beneath the table and hide.

“Yes?” she said nervously.

“Why don’t you join us?”

If Rick thought bringing the woman into the meeting was going to keep him on his best behavior then he really didn’t know him at all.

******

This couldn’t be good, Jamie thought as she walked into the large plush office. She followed Rick’s gesture and sat on one of the leather chairs.

“Would you like something to drink?” Rick asked pleasantly.

“No, no thank you.”

No, she wanted to get this over with and retreat to her new office and get to work and forget those hostile looks for a while. She knew from what Rick said that some people would be upset with this agreement, but she hadn’t expected them to become angry like Mr. Quinn obviously was as he paced the office.

“Nick, why don’t you have a seat?” Rick suggested as he sat down across from Jamie.

With a tight nod, Nick took the chair facing both of them. Jamie kept her gaze averted from the man, but knew he was looking, more like glaring at her.

“Look, Rick, this agreement isn’t going to work out,” he announced.

Rick leaned back in his chair, getting more comfortable. “Oh, why not?”

“Well, to be honest she doesn’t have what it takes.”

That surprised her. She’d been doing pretty darn well over the past five years. She started her company from scratch and made a name for not only herself but for her clients as well.

“I would have to argue that,” Rick said, earning her undying gratitude. “She took a bunch of unknown authors and signed them. Under her guidance many of them have outsold printed authors in the same genre. I have no doubt that she’ll be able to do the same here.”

“E-books, Rick. She managed these people by phone and e-mail. She’s never had to deal with promotional issues, venders or a thousand other issues a book in print brings up.”

“She’ll learn.”

It was starting to disturb her that they were talking about her as if she wasn’t in the room, but she kept her mouth shut. She hated confrontation, which could explain the whole ex-almost boyfriend/new brother-in-law thing.

“So, she’s supposed to learn on the job? How is that fair to her clients, our clients now? They’ve signed with us expecting a certain level of professionalism and we’re giving them a trainee? It’s not going to fly. What about J.L. Lewis?” At the mention of that name Jamie cringed. Rick sent her an amused look before giving Nick back his attention.

“J.L. could very well be the next Dana Pierce.” That made her puff up a bit.

She knew J.L. was decent, popular even, but as good as Dana Pierce? That was unexpected.

“If we leave J.L. with a trainee she’ll never go anywhere and we’ll have missed a golden opportunity. Come on, Rick. Don’t do this. It’s not fair to any of the authors or the company.”

“What makes you think she can’t do this?” Rick asked and she had to admit that she wondered the same thing.

“Besides a lack of experience in promoting and handling a book tour, not to mention conventions? Well, I would have to say she’s too shy, quiet, can’t make eye contact, she dresses like a bag lady with jury duty. She needs a haircut and some make-up wouldn’t exactly hurt. Her glasses belong on Erkel. She doesn’t have the killer instinct to get the job done. For Christ sakes’, Rick, she just sitting there meekly while I’m tearing her apart and you think she can handle someone like J.L.

Lewis? She’ll wreck her career in record time.”

Miss. Harris gave him a shocked and hurt look. Damn if he didn’t feel like he just kicked a puppy, but she needed to hear the truth.

“That was uncalled for, Nick,” Rick said, trying to hand Miss. Harris a box of tissues. She shook her head, averting her gaze.

“It was dead on and you know it, Rick. If you want to train her go for it, but don’t leave J.L. in her incapable hands.”

Rick sighed. “I wasn’t going to, but you didn’t exactly give me a chance to discuss it with you.”

“You weren’t?” he asked, sounding surprised.

“No. Some things are going to be changing around here. For you at least.”