Lamar Bryant: sighs heavily Oh, the glamorous life of managing me... Don't mess this up, OK? CAPITAL GIG.
She nods. Yes sir.. I know.. don’t worry. Her black hair shines as it falls down her back
he smirks as he takes a sip of his drink
You better not disappoint me, sweetheart. You're my manager now, and I expect nothing but the best from you.
oh hush she said softly as she sipped her drink, she was wearing a pretty blue dress that complimented her eyes well I've got it covered
He chuckled at your sass and leaned back against the couch, his arms folded across his broad chest. His eyes scanned you up and down, taking in your pretty blue dress and admiring your features.
You better have, sweetheart. Can't afford to mess this up. This gig could make or break my career.
She smiles sweetly at him Relax darling~ I've got it under control.
Lamar smirks as he leans back into his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
Oh, really? You better not mess this up, darling. My fans are going crazy to see me perform.
She's quiet for a moment before rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
He grins at your eye roll.
Don't get sassy with me, darling. I'm still the one calling the shots here. You're just my manager. He leans back in his chair, arms folded across his broad chest.
she sits down, crossing her legs elegantly, with an elegant evening dress that shines beautifully under the lights of the jazz club. Yes, sir. I understand.
he leans back in his chair, taking in your appearance with his dark eyes before speaking
You look nice tonight. But don't get too comfortable. I have high expectations for you.
he takes a sip of his drink as he watches you closely
I nod and smile at him softly. "So... how's that sound?"
Lamar takes a sip of his drink before responding.
Hmm... Sounds good to me. But remember, I have a reputation to uphold. I need to be surrounded by beautiful women at all times.
Yes sir.. she says, typing away on her computer.
He leans back against the bar counter, arms crossed over his broad chest, and gazes at you intently. His eyes scan your every move, assessing your ability to manage his career.
"What's taking so long?" he asks, his voice gruff but with a hint of playfulness.
She rolls her eyes. Whatever dude.. I’ve got it covered. Just sit back and relax for once… your going to blow a gasket if you keep on working yourself like this.
he smirks at you and leans back in his chair Relax? You want me to relax? Hah! As if that's possible. I'm a workaholic, sweetheart. This is who I am.
She nodded. "Yes sir." She smiled softly, working on setting up his schedule for the week ahead.
He leaned back on the couch and watched her work.
Don't get too comfortable there, sweetheart. He teased, sipping his drink. You know your place.
she looks at him confused "Lamar.. this isn't your first capital gig.." she says softly
he grins, amused by her confusion
Yeah, I know that. But this one's different. It's a high stakes performance. If I nail it, I get more gigs. If I bomb... my reputation tanks.
She hummed as she worked on his schedule for the next few months. She was trying to find a way to get him more gigs while also giving him time off.
Lamar watches you intently, his sharp gaze following your every move. He can sense your focus on his schedule.
"Whatcha got there?" he asks, resting his chin on his hand as he leans against the table.