Seduced By Second Chances. Reese Ryan

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СКАЧАТЬ in his sights. And without studio backing...” The woman lowered her voice. “There’s a reason Chase commands such an exorbitant payday. He selects his projects carefully. He always wins because he only plays the game when he’s holding a royal flush. I listened to your demo. The songs are amazing and so is your voice. But Chase isn’t willing to take on the risk of working with you without the backing of the studio.”

      “I see.” Jessie stopped pacing. Tears stung her eyes.

      “I’ll hold on to your demo. When Chase needs a new songwriter, I’ll recommend you. Maybe once he works with you in that capacity, he’ll take a chance on your indie project.”

      “If I could just talk to him myself—”

      “Sorry, Jessie. This is the best I can do for you right now. Chase is preparing to work on the West Coast for the next several weeks. But I’ll keep you in mind when he needs a new songwriter. Promise.”

      “Lita, wait—”

      The woman had already ended the call. Jessie sat at the piano that took up most of the space in her living room.

      She’d have to find another way to get face time with Chase.

      Jessie was determined to make authentic music. She wouldn’t be strong-armed by the studio into cranking out forgettable songs.

      It wasn’t about the money or the fame. Playing the piano while singing songs she’d penned about the pain that had ripped her heart in two alleviated those feelings. It seemed just as cathartic for audience members who sang along with tears in their eyes. That connection with her listeners meant everything.

      That was what she wanted to share with the world.

      Chase Stratton had name recognition and a string of hits under his belt. He took an artist’s raw material and spun it into gold while respecting their unique sound.

      She had something different to offer the world, and she needed a team around her discerning enough to recognize that.

      She’d find another way to get to Chase. And when she did, she’d be ready.

      Jessie grabbed a pen from her little side table, and the pile of magazines on it shifted. She picked up the ones that had fallen to the floor.

      The financial magazine bore the image of the incredibly handsome Gideon Johns.

      After all these years, sadness still swept over her whenever she thought of Gideon. And she hadn’t been able to stop thinking of him since her recent return to Seattle for Matt Richmond’s event. She’d been equal parts hopeful and terrified that she’d encounter Gideon for the first time in well over a decade.

      Gideon had been the reason she’d written her very first song. A song of heartbreak and unrequited love. It had been one of the songs on the demo that earned Jessie her first songwriting gig with a small record company. So rather than resenting Gideon’s rejection, she should thank him for breaking her heart.

      Nothing had really happened between them back then. And nothing would happen between them in the future. So why couldn’t she let thoughts of Gideon go?

      Jessie tossed the magazines back onto the pile and returned to the piano, pen in hand.

      She hated that she was still so affected by a man to whom she clearly hadn’t meant anything. But berating herself over it wasn’t productive. Instead, she would allow those frustrations to fuel her creativity so she could write the next song.

      Jessie scribbled a few notes that had been playing in her head all day on the blank staff paper. Then she played the corresponding notes on her piano and started to sing.

      * * *

      Gideon Johns sat on the front edge of his large cherrywood desk. He folded his arms as he sized up his assistant, Landon Farmer. He had something to say, and whatever it was, he was fully aware that Gideon wasn’t going to like it.

      “Look, Landon, whatever it is you’re dancing around here...just say it. We’re both busy people.”

      “Our top two investors just pulled out of the United Arab Emirates deal.” The words rushed out of his mouth.

      “What?” Gideon’s voice boomed, filling the room. He hadn’t intended to shout, and since the man looked like he wanted to flee the room, he felt bad for doing so. Still, it was a natural reaction to discovering that he’d lost half of the capital he was counting on for a two-billion-dollar building project.

      “What the hell happened? The last time I spoke with them, they were champing at the bit to get in on this deal. In fact, I didn’t solicit either of them. They came to me.”

      “Both cited the recent volatility in their own industries, Mr. Johns.” The man reverted to addressing him formally whenever Gideon was displeased.

      “Do they have any idea how much I have riding on this deal? This is our first project in Dubai. If word gets out that the deal is collapsing—”

      “Then we don’t let it collapse.” Landon sat a bit straighter.

      “And where do you propose we get nearly a billion dollars in the next two months?” Gideon raised an eyebrow.

      “The company has considerable assets, sir. You already know that—”

      “No.” It was a single, nonnegotiable sentence.

      “But, sir—”

      “Investing in the project isn’t an option.” Gideon returned to his seat. His chest felt tight and his head was beginning to throb.

      “But you just said what a disaster it would be if the project fails—”

      “It won’t fail. I’ll find the money.” Gideon looked at him pointedly.

      “I have no doubt that you will, Mr. Johns.” Landon straightened his tie. “But what if you can’t secure the funds? Wouldn’t it be better for our company to invest in the project than to have to admit we couldn’t raise the capital?”

      “Making real estate deals using other people’s money has been my policy for the past ten years. If investors discover that I needed to liquidate assets and sink that kind of cash into my own project, it’ll wreck the brand I’ve spent a decade building.”

      “We could do it discreetly,” Landon suggested.

      “I believe in being transparent with my investors.” Gideon frowned. “Besides, liquidating that kind of cash will inevitably attract attention.”

      “All valid points.” Landon stood and massaged the nape of his neck. “I’ll scour our database of potential investors and see who might be right for the Dubai project.”

      “Go for the big fish. And focus on those who have liquid assets readily available. We need to stick to our original timeline or the remaining investors will start to worry.” Gideon made a mental note of the effects this sudden change might have on the project.

      “There is one potential investor who comes to mind right away.”

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