Page 27 of Nikki Sinatra: For Her Lover
Roz looked at him. “What about your men? They still disrespect Nikki too?”
Teddy didn’t want to discuss the extent of the disrespect. “They still tend to run things by me first. I have to get on their case about that. She’s your boss, I tell them, what are you coming to me for? But back to Pop,” he said. “I hear all ain’t rosy in that neck of the woods either.”
Roz leaned her head back again. “I told you he’s preoccupied and I can’t help him.”
“Why can’t you?”
“Because he wouldn’t let me when I tried to learn about how everything worked at his corporate headquarters. Now I don’t know shit to help him with. He rather I just stay in my acting and talent agent lanes. Although my acting days are few and far between lately.”
“I don’t know why. You’re the best out there.”
Roz smiled. “Thanks, Teddy. But the young rule the world these days. Veterans of the stage like me get the leftovers. And there’s a fight for those crumbs too. I’m tired of fighting.”
“But that’s what Nikki and I have been doing lately. Fighting. All the time. And always about petty shit. A couple nights ago I got up in her grill about staying out so late. She had the nerve to tell me that I’d better get my white ass out of her face. I told her my face is in her face, not my ass. And then I turned around, pulled down my pants, and showed her my white ass to kiss.”
“Let me guess: She didn’t kiss it?”
“Hell no. She kicked it though!”
Roz laughed.
“That’s not funny. She had on stilettos. That shit hurt.”
“What did you do?” Roz asked as her phone began ringing through the car’s Bluetooth connection.
“I was too stunned to do anything. I’m telling you Nikki is changing. Who’s calling you this time of night?”
“My secretary,” Roz said as she pressed the icon. “Yes?”
“Where are you, Boss?”
“On a stakeout.”
“Awhatout?”
“What is it, Teegan? Where is it written in your job description that you have permission to call me this time of night?”
“You won’t believe the great news. I’m in the office working late on those contracts that has to be finalized first thing tomorrow morning, and then I get this call from Jerome Patankin’s office.”
“Jerome? The guy who has the top-three grossing shows on Broadway as we speak? Why would Jerome be calling you?”
“His secretary called me. She says he wants her to schedule a meeting between you and - are you sitting down?”
“I’m in my car. Of course I’m sitting down.”
“He wants to schedule a meeting between you and the one and only Alan Kincaid.”
Even Teddy knew that name. “Alan Kincaid?” he said amazed.
But Roz was confused. “Why would Alan Kincaid want to meet with me?”
“According to Mr. Patankin’s secretary, Mr. Kincaid very much wants to work with you on a major project.”
Roz was floored.
“I was going to give her your cell number, but she asked if you could call her back when you get in the office tomorrow morning. But isn’t that something, Boss? Alan Kincaid is the greatest actor of his generation and he wants to meet with you, the greatest actress, in my opinion, of her generation. Won’t that be something special, Boss?”
“It’ll be something alright,” said Roz.
