I must thank my team. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical review. SBrooks103x also gives me a pre-post read. My editors are Girlinthemoon, Hale1 and GeorgeAnderson. I thank you all.
The Jet Ski churned through the crystal clear water. Oliver kept it around 25 knots and half-turned to watch Kane weaving back and forth across the wake. Ben towed Bannon just ahead and a little farther out. The girls had never skied before and discovered they loved it. Bannon popped up out of the water easily and on her third try she had it mastered. It took Kane a little longer. The physics were a little more difficult because she was bigger, but she was persistent and strong and once she learned to lean back and let him snap her up out of the water, she was up and flying.
They skied until they were exhausted, relaxed on the beach and ate lunch. They played in the water for a while and Oliver tied on tubes and they rode the tubes out in the surf, bouncing and shrieking across the chop.
They went shark fishing, hiked over the island, took the flats boat to an exposed sand island and spent the day and rode ATV's around the island.
They took
The Nimbus
out and spent two days and nights at sea. The time passed when they could have taken
The Nimbus
back to Nassau, and the girls wanted to stay on the island for the two more days.
The day they had to leave, Kane got up and took a shower. She put on a white fluffy robe and walked downstairs. She got some fruit Monique had cut up and put out and a cup of coffee and went looking for Oliver.
She found him at his desk in the library, typing away at his computer. He was very involved and didn't notice her until she came up behind his chair and set her coffee on his desk. She wrapped her free arm around his neck and looked over his shoulder, munching a piece of apple with her head against his.
"Whacha' writing?" she asked him.
"It's my latest book," he told her. "I'm about halfway through, and I've got my hero's into a jam. I'm trying to get them out of it."
"What's the name of it?"
He showed her the first page and she read "
Working Title
," at the top of the page. She laughed.
"What's it about?"
"It's about this wonderful guy that meets a very beautiful girl. Just as they're starting to get acquainted she flies away and leaves him. He spends the rest of the book with a broken heart and dies horribly in the end."
She stood up and threw back her head laughing. She spun his chair around to face her. She pushed his legs apart, sat on his knee and pulled his head against her.
"I don't want to go, Oliver. I just have to get back. I'm not professionally decadent like you. I have to get a job and start a career so I can take care of myself and Bannon. This has been like a dream and I don't want to wake up, but the sad truth is that I live in Belfast and I can't stay here. Maybe we can come back some day."
"I'll buy you both a ticket any time you're free," he told her. "Do you know, Kane, I can give you a job."
"What do you mean? What kind of job?"
"Well, you know I need an estate manager. I'm going to have to try and find one when we go to Nassau. You could do that. I've been thinking about this. You're smart and organized and all my people respect you. If that's not enough, I'll be finished with this book in a month. If you want to be my literary agent, I'll give you that job, too. My contract expired two years ago with my publisher. I've got two proposals for movie deals that I haven't touched. If you take the standard agent's fee that's quite a lot of money. I'll get an eight to ten million dollar advance. After that, once it sells more than about 600 thousand copies I'll get up to about 20 percent in royalties. If you were to negotiate the upper limits of that and take 15 percent for your fee, that's 150 thousand dollars from the advance alone."
Kane was shocked. This was something she hadn't expected. The thought of making 150 thousand dollars made her heart skip a beat.
"Don't you already have an agent?"
"Yes, but I don't have a contract. I'll fire her and hire you."
"I don't know anything about negotiating a book deal."
"So learn, you've got as long as you want. I don't need to sell this book. I'll wait till you're up to speed. I won't be finished for at least a month."
"I don't even know who to talk to. They won't take me seriously because I'm not an agent."
"Who says you're not an agent? Do you think agents just get a degree in being agents? If you say you're an agent and you have this book to sell, you're an agent. Do you really think that if you show up on the doorstep of any publisher in the world and tell them that you have the first book of a new trilogy by Oliver Brennan for sale that they'll tell you to get lost?"
"Why wouldn't they? I'm nobody from nowhere."
"I don't think you really know who I am, Kane. Trust me, if you pick up the phone right now and call any publishing house in the world and tell them you have half of a new book by Oliver Brennan, they'll send a private jet for you, fly you to their office and put you up at the best hotel in the city."
"Are you really that good?"
"No, but when I'm on my game I'm pretty good, and I know how to write books that will sell. I've had 20 consecutive best sellers. I'm no Hemmingway, but I'm big. Trust me; you won't have any trouble selling this book."
"How much will you pay me to be your manager?"
"I think the title would be executive assistant. I'll tell you what; you take care of me and I'll take care of you. I hate taking care of details. I can do it and I can show you how, but I don't like talking on the phone, I don't like doing deals and I don't like managing my money. You take care of all that and I'll match what you make on the book deals."
"Jesus Oliver, that's 300 thousand dollars."