Writer's Note:
Please read the previous chapters and prologue of Invisible Threads
before reading this.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The drive back from
Las Vegas to Los Angeles had been Lacy's only time of quiet.
The non-stop running
in Las Vegas had been replaced by non-stop phone calls, e-mail,
texts, and spreadsheets in LA. Today's effort was to call all of
the department leads and get from them a list of everything that
could delay the show or create budget overruns.
She then had to
enter all of these things into a spreadsheet, assign a monetary value
to each, add in the percent chance of each happening, and then the
spreadsheet would calculate a total value of the risks. That would
then be the amount of the budget that Al would not allocate to any
department but would keep as a reserve. Her rainy day fund.
She was about a
third of the way slogging through this spreadsheet when her phone
rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello Lacy? This
is Mercurio Hampton," he spoke with no trace of Italian accent.
"Hi Mercurio.
What's up?" Whatever he had to say would be more interesting than
spreadsheets.
"Not much. I got
back in this morning from my week-end gig and was looking at those
videos of the Richardson kid."
"Have you figured
out anything?"
"Not really. I was
wondering if maybe I could call the kid and ask him a few questions?"
"What kind of
questions?"
"Just to feel him
out a little bit. Maybe see if he might be interested in selling the
trick."
Lacy's heart
leaped into her throat. "Mercurio, if you poach the act out from
under us, our lawyers will own your soul. And the contract he signed
specifically forbids him selling his artistic or intellectual
property prior to the air date of the final program."
"But the day after
the final air date, he's free and clear. Right?"
"I suppose."
"I give you my
word that I will do nothing that might hurt the program or violate
the young man's contract or my NDA. But I would love to get my name
first in line for the time when he might be able to sell it."
"Let me check with
my boss and I'll get back with you."
"I'd appreciate
it. If nothing else, I would really like to talk to this kid when he
isn't doing his act. I like his schtick unless that's all he's
got. Then it'll get old fast. Give me a call when you find
something out."
Lacy called Al. Al
called a lawyer. The lawyer wrote a detailed e-mail listing what
would happen to Mercurio if he violated his NDA or Gary's contract
in any way.
Mercurio received
the e-mail, read the letter, and called Lacy back. "Hey Lacy, it
looks like I'm good to go."
"Did you read the
letter?"
"Sure. Horrible
legal things happen to me if I go back on my word. If I do that, then
I deserve every one of them. You have the number?"
Lacy typed Gary
Richardson
into her contestant list and his information came up. The phone
number that came up was Cherie's.
"Great. I'll
send you an e-mail with the high points after I talk with the guy."
"Please do.
Mercurio was still
jotting the number down as he ended the call. He dialed the new
number into his phone using his right index finger. Since the
arthritis had started, there wasn't much he could do well with his
hands. Thinking about it made him notice the pain. But then the phone
began to ring and he was surprised that it was a female voice.
"Hello?"
"Hello. I was
trying to contact Gary Richardson?"
"I handle Gary's
business affairs."
She handles his
affairs? She sounded twelve. But, at his age, every young person
looked and sounded twelve.
"May I speak with
Gary?"
"What is the
nature of your business with him?"
Mercurio sighed,
unintentionally loud enough for her to overhear. "My name is
Mercurio Hampton and I've been contracted by Superstar to get more
information on Gary."
Cherie smelled a
rat. "Contracted by whom, precisely?"
"My contact person
is Lacy Birkland, Assistant Director."
"Thank you, Mr.
Hampton. I'll call Lacy and confirm what you've said and if you
check out, I'll have Gary return your call."
"Thank you. I'm
available at this number and I look forward to hearing from Gary."
Mercurio ended the
call. Stonewalled by a twelve-year old. What was this world coming
to?
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