Page 43 of Scoring Chance
“I’ll expect my phone to ring off the hook from all sides tonight,” he grumbled, “but this is important first. Is everyone here?”
“They’re all here,” Elissa replied, “they’re in the Scandal room.”
“Appropriate room for this,” Scott got up and grabbed his note pad and coffee, “this should be entertaining. Come with. You might like this.”
“I couldn’t think of anything else I would rather do.”
Scott and Elissa went to the Scandal conference room where they met by Ian, Dean, Sydney, Sydney’s lawyer, and Samuel. “Thank you, everyone, for meeting with me on such short notice. I’ll get straight to the point here. Obviously, we have a bit of an issue on our hands here and we need to placate this before it gets out in the open. Dean, does Rebecca know you’ve seen the pictures?”
“She has no clue,” he shook his head.
“Does she know you have a copy of said pictures?” Scott asked and Dean shook his head. “Has she been in contact with you at all?”
“She’s attempted but I’ve ignored her phone calls,” Dean squeezed Sydney’s hand, “I’ve made it clear I want nothing to do with her.”
“Okay,” Scott paused as he thought about a possible solution, “Sydney, when’s your art show?”
“October 10th,” she answered, “it’s coming up very soon.”
“It is and that brings me to my next point. I’m going to suggest something I’ve never suggested to any client and I certainly hope this is the first and last request of it.” Scott said.
Sydney and Dean glanced at each other before their attention back to Scott. “We’re all ears, man,” Dean replied, “we’re willing to listen to anything at this point.”
Scott leaned back in his leather chair and casually folded his hands in front of his waist. “Have you two considered a sex tape?”
“Say what?” Dean asked.
“It won’t be a porn tape if that’s what you’re thinking,” Scott clarified, “it’ll be something that’s sexy and won’t be confused for a sex tape.”
“Like a performance art piece?” Ian asked.
“That’s exactly what I had in mind,” Scott replied, “the focus will be entirely on Sydney, though you will be featured in some shots as well, Dean.”
“What would I be doing?” Sydney asked.
“We’re going to tape you doing your art. What inspires you, what motivates you, and what thrills you. We’ll record the good and bad so everyone can see you’re human, even though you’re magical. It’ll be an introductory piece leading up to your art show opening night.”
“The guest list is quite impressive, already.” Ian added. “Many heavy hitters from the art world as well as a lot of celebrity A-listers will be there. We only have a few tickets left.”
“A few tickets?” Sydney turned to him. “Out of how many?”
“Oh, I say a thousand, easily.” Ian shrugged.
“Athousand?” Sydney’s eyes widened like small child in a toy store.
“I don’t know about this,” Dean rubbed his beard, “I just signed that huge deal with Nike and I don’t think they’re going to like this.”
“If it’s a sex tape, they’ll frown upon it but they’re not dropping you. If they can stand by Kobe and his rape allegations and Tiger with his numerous porn whores, they’ll stand by you.” Scott replied. “But time is running out. I need an answer about this within the next 24 hours so I can make the proper arrangements.”
Dean felt more was on the line instead of his reputation and endorsements. If this idea didn’t work, he would lose the only thing important to him – Sydney. “Let’s do it, then.”
