“Great, so if he wanted to sign something?”
“There should be a generic contract on Drix’s computer somewhere. You’ll just have to change the name, percentages, and bonus amount.”
“Perfect. Thanks.”
“Of course. I’ll let you know how the show goes.”
“Thank you.” I hung up and immediately turned to Drix’s computer so I could dig through his files in search of a contract.
Thankfully Drix, Kevo, and both of their lawyers had gone back and forth via email negotiating already, so all I had to do was find the most updated copy, compare it to what was spoken about in the email, and print it.
I’d just barely pressed the print button when the phone beeped again and I answered while I made my way toward the printer.
“Yes?”
“Your appointment is here.”
“Perfect. You can send them in. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I walked back to the desk, set the contract down, and smoothed my hand over my shirt.
When the door opened, I forced a smile onto my face.
The man in front of me was tall and lanky in light blue jeans and a plain T-shirt. He wore cowboy boots and plucked a toothpick out of the corner of his mouth when he made it to the desk.
I reached over to shake his hand.
“Myome. I’m Drix’s wife and co-owner of Trill Loyalty.”
“So the hubby couldn’t make it, huh?” He collapsed into his seat and I followed his lead.
“Trust me. He wanted to be here. He just has a lot going on.”
“Alright, Myome. Well, did he tell you about the changes I wanted done to my contract?”
“I saw them in his email and have a copy right here.”
I turned the contract toward him and he plucked all the sheets up and sat back in his seat. He’d barely had it in his hand for two whole minutes before he grabbed a pen off the desk, set the contract down, and started scribbling.
I sat in silence while Kevo spent the better part of an hour going over the contract.
When he was done, he slid it back toward me.
“I have our emails if you want to compare, but I can’t sign this without those changes made.”
“Right. Okay.”
I went back to Drix’s email and tried to find a copy of his contract that would allow me to edit. Allison had been right about there being a generic one, but if I used it, I would have to restart everything in real time in front of this man. I took a shaky breath and he lifted an eyebrow.
“You good?”
“Yeah. I’m good. I was just wondering, is there any way we can reschedule your signing for like a month or so from now?”
“A month or so?” he repeated. “Nah. I mean, I can wait a few hours if Drix is busy, but uh, I’m not going to be traveling back and forth. Part of the reason I even agreed to the pitch was due to Drix making it clear that I wouldn’t have to be in the city often.”
“Right. Okay.” I started to draft an email to the lawyer to see if he could send me a version of the contract I could edit and saw a notification pop up stating he was out of office. I swallowed and slowly turned toward Kevo. “I am extremely sorry for wasting your time. I’m just really out of my element and I don’t think we can move forward today.”