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my engagement was announced, Granny’s been like the wedding police. And my mother, Joyce, her main deputy.
    Okay, so now you know. Michael and I are living in sin. We are not married, but we’re on our way. Michael proposed to me a year ago and I immediately hollered yes! I mean isn’t “Will you marry me?” the question we women wait most of our lives for? The question that drives most of us to the gym, to the beauty salons, and even sometimes to the plastic surgeon. Doing whatever it takes to make sure we’re at our best, hoping to trap a man and get him to say “Will you be my wife?”
    Well, that’s exactly what Michael said to me before placing a hell of a ring on my finger. I’m still coming to grips with Michael having children from a previous relationship. It’s overwhelming at times. But the kids aren’t that bad. Like I said, some sacrifices are worth it . . . right?

Chapter 7
    Caught Up

    I stood proudly next to Robert center stage at Radio City Music Hall. I was running on fumes and pure adrenaline, but we did it! Our presentation was solid, and as the theater emptied out, I soaked it all in for the last time and shifted my focus to Robert, who was finishing up an interview with
Entertainment Weekly.
No better time than right now.
    â€œRobert, I took to heart our conversation the other day, and I agree in order to make a splash on Exhale it’s gonna take a star. What would you say if I could deliver Alix Alexander?” I said, walking alongside him as we talked.
    â€œI’d say fantastic. But it’ll never happen in a million years. She’s too hot right now. Alix is a huge movie star.”
    â€œI know her and she’s psyched about doing a one-hour show about a female cop who is tormented by her past. All I need to know is if I get her in a room with you and a hot writer, can we do this?” I wasn’t backing down.
    â€œYou are
persistent,
Lindsay Bradley,” Robert said, shaking his head and walking away. I was sure he’d left me hanging, until he turned back around midstride. “But I like it. You pull it together and I’ll guarantee a pilot, maybe even some episodes.”
    â€œThat’s all I needed to hear.” I was ready to make my move.
    I told Robert when I first took this job that one of my dreams was to produce for television. So, I plan on taking some serious time and putting the elements of this show together: the star, the writer—and then I’ll convince him that I can produce it.
    I coasted through the Upfront and Robert was getting praised by the media and the chairman as if he were the prodigal son who had saved the company. Robert made sure my contributions weren’t overlooked. I got a nice mention in daily
Variety
and the awkward moment exchanged that night in his office was never mentioned again. Robert respects me and he’s proving that he really wants me to succeed. I know he wouldn’t do anything to cross that line and jeopardize everything he’s built.
    I got Robert excited about the idea of going after a big star to do a drama series for Exhale. I would produce it and Alix would star. Alix and I had developed a great rapport. We hung out a few more times before she headed back to L.A. to start shooting her new movie. She loved the show idea too. Alix liked to party and have a good time, and I perfected the art of schmoozing, courtesy of my corporate American Express card.
    â€œLin Lin!” Tara waved me over to the booth where she and Judy were on what looked to be their second round.
    â€œHey, here’s to the girl who’s the toast of the town. Nice mention in the trades,” Judy said, handing me a fresh Cosmopolitan, as I sat down.
    â€œWhat’s the 411, ladies?” Judge Judy ordered. Court was in session.
    â€œThe 411 is, I got a man! I’m crazy about some Troy y’all. He treats me good and we have so much fun when we’re