November 1, 2010
They're making power moves that can only lead to one thing...
Limlight Entertainment is Sofia Wellesley's whole life. So she's
fit to be tied when she discovers her agency is about to merge with
Limelight's biggest rival--run by none other than Ram Jordan. Sofia
had a major crush on gorgeous Ram growing up...until her childhood
friend became her worst enemy. So why is her traitorous heart clamoring
for the man she hates most in the world?
Ram doesn't know what caused the rift between the two Hollywood
families, and he's determined to protect Sofia from the truth. But
now...he wants more. He wants all this lovely, sensual woman has
to give. But getting Sofia to trust him will take his most persuasive
powers of seduction. From L.A. to Vegas, she spotlight's on passion
as Ram fights for a future together--and the love that could be
thiers as long last...
Sofia sat on the edge of the doctor's table with her cell phone
tucked between her shoulder and her ear while her fingers raced
across her iPad as she fired off one contract counteroffer after
"Sorry, Larry, but that's not going to happen. You've only
locked down Ethan Chambers for two seasons of Paging the Doctor.
And you got off cheap, if you ask me. If you want to get him on
board for another four years then you're going to have come up with
a figure that doesn't insult my intelligence."
She only half listened to Larry Franklin's response because she
knew that this was the part when studios start crying broke or downplaying
just how important her client is to their hit shows. But in this
case, it would all be irrelevant because Ethan Chambers dominated
the tabloids and magazine covers—despite the mild hiccup with
him, her sister and the paparazzi a couple of months ago.
"Larry, if you feel that way then we can just let the contract
run out and I can dedicate more attention to the numerous movie
offers that have been flooding my inbox. You know Denzel Washington
started off on a medical show and then exploded on the big screen.
That just might be the way to go here. Ethan has the looks and the
talent, after all."
"Damn, Sofia. You're really going to bust my balls over this."
That managed to put a smile on her face. "I don't have any
idea what you're talking about."
"I'm sure you don't." He laughed. "Just like I'm
sure this hard bargain you're driving has nothing to do with Ethan
Chambers being in queue to become your brother-in-law."
"You're right. I fight for all my clients." "Duly
noted. I'll get back with you with a counteroffer."
"I'll be waiting," Sofia sing-songed before disconnecting
the call. But as soon as she had her phone started ringing again.
She was about to answer when Dr. Turner's bored baritone startled
"You think you can fit in time for your checkup?"
Sofia nearly jumped and flashed him with an apologetic smile. "Sorry
about that, Brian." She quickly put her phone on vibrate and
sat it and her iPad down.
"How long do I have before you pick that up again?" he
asked, flipping open her chart.
"Two minutes," she answered honestly. Her addiction to
her gadgets was well known and quite frankly not a laughing
Her longtime friend and doctor shook his head. "I said it
before and I'll say it again. You work too much, Sofia."
"Don't be ridiculous. When you love what you do then it's
not considered work."
Still shaking his head, Dr. Turner reached for the blood pressure
cuff and wrapped it around her arm. "When was the last time
you had a vacation?"
Exhaling, Sofia rolled her eyes while she tried to recall the date.
"Honey, I don't know. A couple of years ago, I think."
She reached over to take a peek at her vibrating phone.
"Let it go to voicemail," the doctor ordered while pumping
air into the cuff.
She withdrew her hand from the phone and tried to pretend that
she wasn't about to look at it.
"Not good," he said, listening through the stethoscope
and watching the needle on the cuff.
"What?" Sofia looked down as if she could decipher the
numbers he was reading.
"Your blood pressure is up…again." He
pulled the cuff off of her arm and leveled her with a stern look.
"Look, Sofia. I'm talking to you as both your doctor and
your friend. You have to do better about controlling all this stress.
You keep going down this road and you're going to have a meltdown."
"Ugh." She fought hard not roll her eyes. If she had
a nickel for every time someone told her that—mainly her Uncle
Jacob—she'd be.. well, she was already rich, but she would
Bill Gates rich.
"I'm serious, Sofia. You need to cut your stress levels,"
Brian warned, pulling out his prescription pad.
are you doing?" Sofia asked when he started scribbling.
"What does it look like? I'm putting you on medication."
"Great. Then what's the problem? I just pop a pill and everything
is cool." She picked up her phone and Dr. Turner quickly took
it out her hands.
"No. You don't just pop a pill. You still need to try and
slow down, watch what you eat and what you drink or you're going
to go down the same destructive path that all workaholics go down
that leads to an early grave." He handed over her prescription.
Sofia frowned at his scare tactics. "Will that be all?"
"How's your love life? Are you seeing anyone?"
"What the hell does that have to do with the price of tea
"I'm going to take that as a no." He folds his arms.
"You need to get out. Relax. Get a life. Meet someone."
"Limelight is my life. It's all I need."
Thirty minutes later, Sofia strolled into Limelight Entertainment
Management while switching back and forth between two different
business calls on her Bluetooth. Still, she flashed smiles to staffers
while she continued to chew studio executives and directors out
without missing a beat.
"Mrs. Wellesley, your uncle wants to see you in the conference
room," Sarah Cole, perhaps the best assistant in the world,
whispered to her. "He said to direct you there as soon as you
walk into the door."
Sofia just smiled and ignored the order by continuing her march
toward her office. Her Uncle Jacob was the last person she wanted
to talk to. His little stunt to merge their family company
with Artist Factory, Inc.—Emmett and Ramell Jordan's company—despite
her numerous verbal protests, was a slap in the face that she just
couldn't ignore or bring herself to forgive him for anytime soon.
But when she entered her office, she stopped short upon seeing
her uncle sitting on her office couch.
"Larry, something just came up. I'm going to have to call
you back." She tapped her ear once. "Frasier, I have to
call you back." She pulled the gadget from her ear and made
a beeline toward her desk. "What are you doing in here?"
"I came to see you since I knew that you wouldn't come to
the conference room like I requested."
"I'm busy, Uncle Jacob. What is it?" She asked absently
as she plopped into her seat and turned to face her computer.
Jacob heaved himself up from the couch and strolled toward her
desk. "First things first. How was your doctor's visit?"
She cut a look toward him as if to ask are you serious?
Still he stood there waiting so she answered with a slight lie.
His brows lifted slowly until they stretched to the center of his
forehead. "So I look like an idiot now? The shakes, the occasional
vertigo and chest pain is all normal for a healthy thirty-five year
Sofia gasped. "Allegedly thirty-five." She glanced around
him to double-check that they were alone in the room together. Then
she said quietly, through clenched teeth, "A woman, especially
in this town, never reveals her age."
"Come on, Sofia. It isn't really your age we're talking about
anyway. Tell me the truth."
"Fine. Dr. Turner said something about my blood pressure being
slightly elevated. He gave me a prescription. It's no big
deal." She glanced at her watch. "Now if we're finished
discussing my health, I have a ton of calls to get through today."
"They can wait. We need to discuss details about this merger
with A.F.I. I've been calling your assistant for weeks now to book
a joint meeting with all the parties involved so this transition
can go smoothly, but the one person I can't seem to get on the phone
Sofia tossed her hands up in the air. "I don't know what you
need my help for. You certainly didn't want to listen to me when
I told you that I thought that this merger was a big mistake. Apparently
my opinion doesn't matter around here despite supposedly being second-in-command."
Jacob sucked in a frustrated breath. "I'm not going to keep
going around and around with you on this. This merger is a done
deal. I know in my heart that this would've been something that
even your father would've approved of."
hell he would have."
"What? I'm just being honest here. You used to appreciate
my honesty. Has that changed, too? Just let me know and I'll just
keep my mouth shut."
Jacob slammed his hand on her desk. "How about you just keep
Stunned, Sofia was momentarily unable to respond.
"Now I appreciate and respect your opinion on this matter,
but I'm still president of this company, and our merging
with A.F.I. makes sound financial sense. Plus, Ramell can go a long
way in helping to lighten your load around here and you need to
take advantage of it."
"I don't need Ramell Jordan's help with anything."
"Use him anyway. In fact, I'm ordering you to delegate some
of your workload to him. No more ninety-plus hour work weeks, Sofia.
You need to start taking better care of yourself."
Sofia opened her mouth to protest, but her uncle cut her off.
"You fight me on this then I'll have no choice but to fire
"You heard me. Since you're too hardheaded to take care of
yourself then it looks like I'm going to have to force you to do
With her mouth still hanging open, he turned and started to march
out the door.
"By the way, Ramell Jordan is waiting for you in the conference
room. You have five minutes to get in there."
Ramell glanced at his watch and then resumed pacing back and forth
in the conference room. He was more than a little annoyed about
wasting a whole hour to meet with Sofia to discuss the transition
between the two companies. This was a power move, plain and simple.
He knew Sofia well and he knew that she was still fighting this
merger tooth and nail.
He, like her Uncle Jacob, ...
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