Knowing it was likely Mike checking in—the bastard had said he wanted daily updates—he went to pick it up with extreme prejudice. “Morning, Mike.” He didn’t bother trying to sound cheerful. “How’s it going with the show?” Background noises of espresso machines and a barista calling names indicated he was calling from a Starbucks. “I’m fine, Mike, thanks for asking. Still a bit tired from the jet lag, but I’m managing.” Mike ignored Sean’s sarcasm. “Tell me you have good news. Hollis called in this morning, and her show is coming together pretty quickly.” Bollocks. “She already got the mom to sign on?” Hollis had pitched a show profiling a C-list celebrity as she returned home to her humble beginnings for the first time in over a decade. “Not yet, but I think that’s the only sticking point. So tell me you’ve got everyone on board, and I can tell Dale you’re good to go.” “Uh . . . ” Shit, shit, shit. “Not quite.” Try not at all. “What’s the holdup?”
