Chapter 24. A Phone Call
‟Agent of Success” Her business card read. She had been Tom’s second agent after he got started selling his books out of the back of his closet and over the internet.
She stroked her cat, Bond, while she mulled the situation over.
*If it was not for me, he would have been just like the thousands of authors of talent who stayed in the pits of obscurity fighting over morsels. I am more of a wife to him than that… That… Bimbo… stealing my position and probably would cause Tom to change agents.*
*This is not acceptable!* Tom represented three-fourths of Georgia’s current income. If he knew just how much she got in commission, there would be an investigation. She — legally — charged for her various services with a contracted percentage over her base.
She had taken Tom on as a flat rate as she did with all her clients, but when she read one of the children’s books she was showing to a bookstore, she knew then that she could do a percentage and still Tom would make money, enough money to keep him from the thoughts there was another way.
When his books took off, they automatically renewed the contract as a shrug and handshake over drinks and a launch party.
Tom did not think of the amount of money involved, especially when she couched the terms in a positive light.
*In this case, ignorance is bliss.*
At least for the Georgia Hershey Agency.
Dialing an often used number from her early days, she called Trevor Charles, private investigator.
She had used his services for finding agents that were taking advantage of clients, then springing the information on the client in an engineered ‟casual” conversation.
‟Mister Charles. Georgia Hershey. Yes, it has been awhile. I’ve an assignment for you, there is this young woman I need to know everything about…”