Her phone vibrated in the pocket of her coat. Cat pulled it out and raised an eyebrow when she saw her agent’s name on her screen. She debated letting it go to voicemail. She should be celebrating a reveal that would be ratings gold. But Marta never wasted time. There was a reason for the call.

With a sigh, she swiped to answer. “Hey, Marta,” Cat answered. “What’s going on?”

“Are you sitting down?” Marta demanded, no nonsense.

“As a matter of fact, I am.”

“I just got off the phone with a VP over at Reno & Reality. They’re interested in your school.”

Cat snorted. “Of course, they are now that it’s getting play in the media.”

“They want to shoot a show around your inaugural class. Early talks now, but they’re throwing around some huge numbers for you and for the school.”

Cat gripped the phone harder. “What about my show?”

“Tentatively the reno show would shift to a spring through summer shoot. There would be some overlap at the beginning and the end of the season, so you’d be flying back and forth.”

Cat pressed a hand to her forehead. “Back and forth from where?”

“The network is ramping up production on the west coast. They’ve got some ideas for locations in L.A.”

“Locations for my school? In L.A.?” Cat felt like she was parroting everything Marta was telling her.

“You’d be giving up some freedom on choosing the location, and the network wants a say in key staff at the school. They want personalities. But they’re talking serious money. You’d have yourself a state-of-the-art facility.”

“What about curriculum control?” Cat asked.

“That’s still in your court. They’re not as interested in what’s being taught as in how it’s taught and who it’s taught to.”

“They’re not picking the students.”

“They’d keep your criteria in mind,” Marta said in Hollywood backhand. “But personality and appeal would be factors for the show. Executive producer credit is yours, of course. And you’d have the freedom to choose your crew. And Cat, the money they’re talking? Scholarships. Equipment. Salaries.”

Cat could see it as Marta spoke. Hadn’t she been thinking of filming it anyway as a documentary with Paige?

“This is a once in a lifetime chance, Cat,” Marta reminded her. “You’d be able to write your ticket beyond reality TV after this.”

Cat’s gaze tracked to her parents and Noah. He was juggling Gabby on his hip as she played with his scarf. “I need to think about it.” The words were out of her mouth before her brain caught up to them.

“I’ll have them put something down on paper, a place to start negotiations,” Marta said briskly.

Cat could hear the click of a keyboard on Marta’s end of the call as the woman prepared a battle plan.