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we’re sharing a laugh, the next she’s taking jabs at me. Go figure!
Mrs. Fontaine’s words were a veiled insult, a slap in the face, but Sharleen didn’t argue. She saw the bigger picture, understood what was at stake, and knew if she played her cards right there’d be a promotion in her future. Listening with half an ear, she considered her next move.
    â€œMr. Tate is a successful business manager, and every time one of his celebrity clients is photographed leaving our center the phones ring off the hook!” Dollar signs twinkled in her eyes. “Brad is a stellar life coach. He can get through to Emilio Morretti. I know it.”
    And what am I? Chopped liver?
Her body tensed, and her mouth curled in disgust. Pressing her lips together to trap a curse inside, she fumed.
If I lose another client to Brad I’m going to scream!
On the surface Sharleen remained calm, but she was annoyed with her boss and angry at herself. If she’d signed Emilio on Wednesday, instead of making googly eyes at him, she wouldn’t have to go toe-to-toe with Brad for
her
client. “I deserve to be Mr. Morretti’s life coach. I specialize in grief and trauma, and furthermore, I booked the initial consultation.”
    â€œBut he dismissed you shortly after you arrived at his estate.”
    Sharleen winced, as if in physical pain.
What the hell? Is Antwan my friend or not?
She didn’t appreciate him talking to Mrs. Fontaine behind her back and planned to tell him just that the next time she saw him.
    An idea came to her in a flash. Bingo! That was it! She’d have drinks with Antwan and Emilio at the Halftime Bar and convince Emilio to sign with her.
It’s either that, or lose him to Brad-the-blue-eyed-schemer!
Sharleen felt guilty about missing her uncle’s retirement party, but she couldn’t give Brad the upper hand, not with the VP position at stake.
    â€œI’m meeting Mr. Tate and Mr. Morretti tonight to finish our consultation.” The lie came out of her mouth in a breathless, nervous gush, but she continued full speed ahead, before her boss could question her. “I’m confident Mr. Morretti will sign with us once I tell him more about our top-notch, award-winning agency.”
    Her boss gave her a bewildered look and scratched her head. “I’m confused...”
    Sharleen gulped. Her palms were slick with sweat, but she maintained her poise. She desperately needed another crack at Emilio Morretti. But when she opened her mouth to plead her case, Mrs. Fontaine raised a hand to silence her.
    â€œI spoke to Mr. Tate at length this morning, and he never mentioned your meeting.”
    â€œHe’s a very busy man. It must have slipped his mind,” she said, shrugging her shoulders good-naturedly. The fib fell off her lips with ease, sounding plausible, convincing, too. “Since Halftime Bar is only a few blocks from here, I’m planning to head straight over once I finish my last session of the day.”
    Her boss’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “You’re going to meet Emilio Morretti dressed like that?”
    â€œIs there something wrong with my outfit?”
    â€œNot if you’re going to a funeral!” she scoffed, her thin lips curved in disapproval. “Emilio Morretti is an international superstar and one of the sexiest bachelors in the world.”
    â€œAnd?” Sharleen asked, puzzled. “What does his relationship status have to do with me?”
    â€œI want you to knock his socks off, and that boring, navy blue suit isn’t going to cut it...”
    You’re a fine one to talk! You always wear pantsuits!
    â€œYour outfit does nothing to enhance your curves.”
    Sharleen touched a hand to her fitted, three-button blazer. “But this is Chanel!”
    â€œI don’t care,” Mrs. Fontaine snapped, sounding exasperated. “Put on some makeup, get rid of that hideous hair bun, and for