hired Jeff Kanter. Jeff Kanter delivers. And I canât afford to dilute the JeffKanter brand.â
Alex stiffened. âSo that makes me, what? A brand diluter ?â
âNo, no, youâre more of⦠a brand enhancer .â
Disgust roiled up in Alexâs chest. He needed to make a quick exit. He rapped his knuckles on the desk. âI wish you all the best. Really I do. But I canât stay on nowâit wouldnât be fair to either of us. Thereâs just a lot going on for me right now. I canât ignore these opportunities.â
He was two steps from the door when Kanter called after him.
âI like the confidence, kiddo,â Kanter said. âBut a word of adviceâdonât be an idiot. Whatâs happened for your wife is great, the showâs terrific, all thatâbut you, you donât get it. Your wifeâs success didnât somehow magically transfer to you. Her hitting it didnât give you superpowers.â
Alex paused at the door, suddenly dizzy. He swiveled around, his gaze spinning around the room before landing on the credenza beside the desk: the CLIOs, the Ogilvys, those creepy framed photos of his kids. âOkayâa little advice for you ,â he said. âMaybe get some different pictures in here? Something thatâs notâtwenty years old? These arenât so good⦠for the brand .â
Five
D id Katherine Pool count as a celebrity? Did a Paperless Post invite count as an email? Alex surveyed his inbox and chewed on a fingernail, finally deciding that yes, Katherine Poolâs starring role in Tricks and occasional appearance in the tabloids qualified her as a celebrity, and that yes, a Paperless Post message, having traveled through the tubes and slots of the Internet, did indeed count as an email. All of which meant that yes, heâd just received an actual email from a real celebrity.
As he clicked on the link on the message, he cringed at the subject lineââA sip and a dip with Kate & Huckââquickly concluding this was probably just an invite to a cutesy charity event, the kind of thing where you pay $1,000 for the privilege of milling around in the backyard of a fancy house. ( Please use the Honey Wagons by the guesthouse! Thanks so much! ) But as the invitation loaded into his browser, he saw that he and Figgy were the only recipients. And while the message had come from KatherinePoolâs account, it had clearly been prepared by the man of the house. âIâm doing dry-rub short ribs,â Huck wrote. âGet your skinny-jeans-ass over here. Bring the kiddies.â
âMight be fun?â Alex wrote, forwarding the invite to Figgy. She and Katherine Pool werenât on the best termsâthey communicated mostly through agents and intermediaries and had started the second season in a cordial but simmering standoff. Alex figured heâd have to employ some major diplomacy to convince Figgy to go.
It turned out, however, that Figgy needed no convincing. Sheâd been dying, in fact, to get inside Katherine Poolâs house, a six-bedroom Hancock Park spread that had been lavishly covered in the StarHomes.com celebrity real estate blog. âI heard they did an insane remodel,â she said.
As they walked up the curved flagstone path on the appointed morning, lugging a sack of bathing suits and a box of pastries, Alex shook his head at the sight of the Sherman-Zicklin clan. Somehow, the kids had gotten the message they were going somewhere fancy . While this wasnât enough to get Sylvie to comb her hair, which was its usual chaotic tangle, sheâd insisted on wearing a frilly yellow party dress, which was already smudged with chocolate croissant. Sam was in a button-down shirt two sizes too big and a paisley patterned vest, his hair slicked back with homemade Sammyâs Salves Styling Mousse. He stood primly on the stoop with hands folded at his chest, radiating a look
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