CHAPTER 83

The windowless room was supposed to be for privacy, a way to get this deal done and stave off exhaustion. I didn't expect it to be this hard. I was naive maybe Eddie has been in this industry for two decades, and he makes it look easy. I'm used to being able to make things happen myself. Army of one. "That's it. Wicked's ownership hasn't come back by now, they're not going to." I shove out of my chair. "If they do and you're not here to sign, this will be over," the lawyer weighs in. "Exclusivity will lapse, and everything we've worked on will be for nothing." He doesn't say all the money you've spent will be wasted, but it's implied. A knock comes at the door. "Yeah," I bark out. It opens a few inches, and a man appears with a silver cart covered with bottles. "Apologies, Mr. Adams, we customarily bring a bar for our VIP guests before dinner." I jerk upright. Dinner? "What time