I frowned. “Really, Dru?”

“I’m just saying.” She held up her hands and I guess that was some sort of an apology — kind of. “It’s just that you’re stuck. Nothing’s moving. Just think of me as the laxative that’s gonna get things going.”

She’d winked before she jumped out of the car and headed into the terminal.

I hadn’t heard from her since.

“And you got the Netflix people to give us an out?" Jeremy asked, bringing me all the way back into his office.

Even when Jeremy spoke, I kept my eyes on Clyde. I couldn’t look at Jeremy; I hadn’t been able to look at him since my lunch with Sonya and Cecily on Tuesday.

Jeremy asked, "I mean, they will really nullify the contract?"

Clyde nodded and the way his chest inflated, I could tell he was proud that he’d brokered this deal. “Yep, because from the beginning, I had a clause in your contract that they’d have to match any offer that doubled their package or they’d have to let you go, so..." From his tone, I half-expected him to pop his collar.

Jeremy shook his head. "I can't believe you worked that.”

"That's why you pay me the big bucks.” Clyde laughed. “And it works out for me, too, because once we sign this deal and we get the sign-on bonus....”

Jeremy laughed and reached over to give Clyde dap. But after they shared their moment, Clyde once again, turned his attention to me. "Ginger, are you sure you’re okay?"

I gave him a one-shoulder shrug and Jeremy released a heavy sigh. There was a long moment of silence as Clyde looked from me to Jeremy, then back to me. “Look, I don't know what's going on here,” he pointed his finger between the two of us, “but you guys have to fix this - whatever this is.” He leaned forward on the table and all signs of his Christmas cheer was gone. "This deal is huge and Amazon isn't playing. Think about how fast they got these contracts together. Nothing in business moves this quickly. These people are serious and we don't need any types of chinks in this armor. So whatever this is about, it’s not bigger than this.” He patted the contracts in front of him.

"I’m all the way on board," Jeremy said. He flashed an aggravated look at me. "We both are. Just give us the weekend, we’ll read this over, work it out and we can all reconvene on Monday.”

Clyde nodded his agreement. “Okay. That’s all you two need. A night. A weekend. To either kiss and make up or go into that big ole sanctuary down the hall and take your issues to the altar.”