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Xavier was seated by himself at a table in his company’s cafeteria when his cell phone started ringing. He checked the caller ID, then pressed a button to answer. “Hey, Gene.”
“What’s going on, X. Hey, buddy, I know you’re busy, but I got some good news for you. Got a few minutes?”
“If you don’t mind me chewing my chicken sandwich in your ear, yeah.”
“Not a problem. I got a call from Scott Iverson just a few minutes ago. That girl that you referred to me?”
“Yeah.”
“Scott wants to sign her.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, man. Since you kind of hinted that you were her ex-boyfriend and you wanted to get back together with her, I thought I’d let you know first, so you can tell her.”
“Summer may not like you telling me her business. She’s proud like that. You’re her agent. You should tell h
