Falling Down(66)

"What's your problem?" he asks.
"No problem. I'll adjust and not give you shit about it… eventually," I try to reassure him.
He grunts and takes another sip of his coffee, looking out the car window as we head to Cage's studio.
"We really don't care, Jace. Just don't be a prick, cover your dick."
I snort. "No glove, no love!"
Sera giggles. "Don't be silly, cover your willy."
More giggles. "Don't be a chump, cover your stump."
At that one, we burst out laughing.
"What the f*ck?" Jace says, clearly exasperated. "I don't have a stump. Trust me."
"Yeah, yeah, stumpy," Sera says taunting him.
"I suit up every time."
"Good boy."
He smirks at that. "Weirdos."
Max pulls the car around the back of the building as Cage instructed and we all head inside. I don't really think we need Frank and Max to protect us inside Nichols Records but I'm not going to argue the point. Frank's been pretty insistent with all the paparazzi around lately. I sigh inwardly. We need to find a house closer to the city so we don't have such a long drive when we have appointments. I'll talk with Sera and Jace after we finish things up today.
We walk inside the gold mirrored building and I head to reception in the middle of the lobby.
"Good morning--" the woman pauses, her eyes widening.
I smile. "Good morning."
"Miss Russo, Miss Manzini, Mr. Warner. Mr. Nichols is ready for you. If you take the gold elevators up to the fourteenth level, you'll find his assistant, Marta."
"Thank you so much," I pause and look down at her name tag, "Elise. Have a lovely morning."
"You as well, Miss Russo."
We walk toward the elevators. There are three doors: black, silver, and gold. I can't help but wonder what the difference is. Weird. We step into the gold one and the doors close.
"I'm so glad Cage hires professionals," I breathe.
"Me too," Sera says.
"I wonder if it'll leak we're here," Jace ponders.
"I hope not."
Frank and Max don't look too worried about it. Truthfully, I can never be sure anymore.
The elevator doors open on the fourteenth floor and there's Marta, all ready for us. "Miss Russo. Miss Manzini. Mr. Warner. If you'll follow me, Mr. Nichols is expecting you."
The thin, dark-haired woman, dressed in a sexy but professional business suit, leads us to a conference room and Jace looks at me a little confused. "I thought we were doing studio stuff."
I shrug. "Likely we'll end up there. Mr. Meet-Me-At-The-Ass-Crack-Of-Dawn probably doesn't have the musicians coming for another hour."
Jace just grunts.
Cage greets us and we all take seats at the table.
"Was it necessary to have us here before the roosters were crowing?" I ask.
He grins. "It's really not that bad, Lucy."
"For who? I need coffee," I say as I head over to the coffee station. "Awww, you have my creamer. You're forgiven--almost."
Cage chuckles. "As long as it's almost."
"What are we doing here?" Sera asks.
"We need to discuss contracts and as your acting manager I can't advise you on these because I'm also the owner of the company."
"Lovely."
"It's not a big deal. Irene is also representing Jace, correct?"
"Mhmm."
"Good. I sent copies over to Irene and she'll have your attorney look them over."
"Oh, thank God," I whisper as I plop back into my chair. "Trying to decipher legal mumbo-jumbo is a total pain in the ass." Besides, I am not signing anything without Irene's okay.