Straight to the Heart
Omar Masterson sat back in the chair to mask his unease. The older, stern-faced woman at the end of the conference table held his undivided attention. Not in a good way. What more was there to discuss?
Urban Television Production had taken care of the logistics so that he could proceed smoothly with the documentary here in Montreal, along with getting the appropriate permission from the various third parties. Unless plans had changed, this impromptu meeting face-to-face with barely concealed hostility struck an odd, disquieting note. "Welcome, Mr. Masterson, I'm Brenda Young, Miss Watts's manager. In a few minutes, you'll meet Josh Briggs and Fred Long, my assistants."
Omar looked over his shoulder for any advance sightings of these men. Their names were delivered like a veiled threat. For now, only Brenda and he sat in the conference room.
"You can call me Ms. Young."
Omar nodded. "And you may call me Omar." He couldn't help adding, "I'm not into formality."
"I called this meeting before you started working to communicate a few rules," Brenda stated.
"I'm sure that UTP has taken care of the necessary details," Omar replied wi ... read full excerpt from: Straight to the Heart ebook
