CHAPTER ONE
“Why don't you just offer him what his group is worth? He'll sign with you,” she countered.
“Don't get smart. That's what I'm paying you for,” he growled. “Here's the address and the place where he works. See him. Tonight. James Baker. Remember, I want Baker on my payroll Monday. And, uh... you get a bonus if you out him there.”
Susan accepted the slip of paper he handed across the desk to her, and left the booking agent's office, its walls lined with photos of past and current artists and performers.
“Good luck, talent scout,” Max shouted after her through the etched glass door of his office.
Talent scout, she thought and frowned. Seducing musicians to sign with a second rate agency by offering them her body. Some scouting. More like, “Be Prepared.” Because if the mark
