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slicked back.
    “What are you doing here?” Brandon asked.
    “Surprise,” she said, the brown briefcase that she held brushing her knee-length skirt. “Scott sent me to handle this meeting.”
    “Excuse me?”
    She wore thick-rimmed glasses today, the kind that were supposed to make her look stylish and elegant. All they succeeded in doing was to make her look more like a bookworm.
    “I’m supposed to accompany you to your meeting with Mr. Knight,” she responded.
    “But…I thought Scott said he was firing you.”
    She scooted closer to him. Hell, she even leaned in and peered up. “’Fraid not, Brandon,” she said, a smile spreading across her face, one that wasn’t the least bit amused. “Not for your lack of trying, however.”
    Actually, he hadn’t mentioned firing her to Scott at all. It was his agent who’d suggested the idea after Brandon had called to complain about the bike-stealing debacle. Once Brandon had calmed down he’d realized Vicky might have a point, and in the end he’d decided not to race. He was still pissed that she’d dared to touch his bike, but he’d changed his mind about getting her canned.
    “So you haven’t been fired?”
    “Nope,” she said quickly. “In fact, I got a promotion.”
    Why did he have a feeling he wasn’t going to like what was coming next?
    “I’m your new agent. Well,” she quickly amended, “I’m technically a junior agent. Scott was so impressed with the way I handled you in South Carolina that he thought I should do it from here on out—you know, manage you as if you were my client.”
    “No way.”
    “Yes, Brandon.” She looked so damned smug about it, Brandon felt his cheek begin to twitch. What was it about her that always managed to do that to him?
    “Scott’s my agent,” he snapped. “I signed with him. You can’t be my agent.”
    “Oh, he’s still representing you. But after what happened in South Carolina he thinks you need a little extra—” she pursed her lips, tipped her head side to side “—push to behave, and so I’m it.”
    Brandon reached for his cell phone.
    “Don’t bother. He’ll just ignore you.”
    “Then I’ll leave a message.”
    “He’ll ignore those, too.”
    “You’re not my agent.”
    “Junior agent.”
    “Whatever.”
    “And I’m afraid you have no choice. It’s in your contract with SSI. Paragraph 22, section A. Agent can, if Agent so desires, appoint a Junior Agent to handle Client if the Agent deems it necessary.” She lifted a brow. “Or did you not read that, either?”
    “I read it. Of course I read it. I read every page of my contract.” In a way. He’d just fallen asleep after the first page. “But just because I read it doesn’t mean I have to agree to it.”
    She released a laugh that was damn near a snort. “Yes, Brandon, it does. You signed that contract, thereby agreeing to every word. But if you don’t like it, fire Scott.”
    That robbed him of speech for a moment. “Excuse me?”
    “Look,” she said, “I don’t want to work with you any more than you want to work with me. If you fire Scott, then you’d be doing me a favor. We wouldn’t have to work together and I wouldn’t be at fault so I could keep my job.”
    She didn’t want to work with him?
    “Then what was all that crap about never finding another agent?” Brandon asked.
    “I lied,” she said. “In my briefcase I have a list of agencies who might be willing to work with you. I’ll give it to you if you want.”
    “You’re a piece of work,” he said.
    “I’m just trying to make it easy on us both.”
    “No,” he said. “I’m not firing Scott. You’re stuck with me.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Positive,” he said, although damned if he knew why.
    “Fine. Let’s go.”
    He didn’t follow.
    “Or not,” she said. “I can do this alone. I have a feeling whatever Mr. Knight has to say won’t be pleasant. But don’t worry, I can take it on the chin for you. That’s my