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people involved, and artists who’ve been contacted. I need everything you have. I’ll also need the documents of the last two festivals.” This is all said in my no-nonsense business voice. I’m good at my job. I can feel my annoyed expression and am sure they can see that I am not in the mood for faffing about.
    “I’ll have it on your desk tomorrow morning,” Mr Wall Street says with narrowed eyes weighing me and most likely finding me a few kilos too heavy. I ignore the fleeting desire to squeeze in my bum and stomach, and get back to business.
    “I also need to know that you’re not going to fight me all the way on this. I’m hired to make this work and if you’re not going to work with me, this event will not be taking place. Thanks to the limited information I have about your festival and the fact that time is running out, I’d say that we need to work together. Do I have your support or am I going home?”
    I am my grandmother’s offspring. I take no nonsense. I know that if Erin ever found out about me giving these people an ultimatum at the first meeting, I’ll have to listen to one of his ‘you can not speak like this to clients’ lectures. There’s a silence in the room which is beginning to make me wince inside and wish that I had stuck to those bleeding steps. But then, the gods smile on me and Earl is the first one to break the silence.
    “You have my support and if I can help with anything, just ask.”
    “Me too.” Man-of-few-words Jeremy Ashwood.
    “Yes,” Zondra spits out the word with great reluctance. “Anything you need in the legal department, just phone my office.” But can I trust your assistant, I want to ask but bite my tongue.
    “Mr Carlson?” I lift my eyebrow and give him my grandmother’s eat-your-vegetables look.
    “Yes Ms Fields, you have my support,” he says with maximum insincerity while closing his ego-sized diary. This is not going to be easy, but strangely I’ve never liked easy and this challenge is becoming very intriguing to me.
    “I’ll start reviewing the documents tomorrow.” I nod at Mr Wall Street who nods back in mutual recognition of the giving and receiving of documents. “Can we arrange a meeting before the end of this week? I’ll be able to give a better overview of everything and can give you a plan of action about how I would need your help and involvement.”
    George starts to complain about his precious time when Mr Wall Street interrupts him in a tone that brooks no argument. “My secretary will be in contact with everyone to arrange it.”
    He stands up from where he was leaning against the wall and walks to me at the front of the table, and addresses the group. “Thank you for making the time to be here tonight. I believe that this project can now officially be on its way with Ms Fields heading it and with the full support of this group. We’ll meet again before this week ends. Have a good evening and a good week.”
    And with that he dismisses everyone. Amazing how much power one man has. One by one they leave the room. Earl gives me a wink that I interpret as approval and Jeremy gives me a nod that I see as validation. These two men might just become my pillars in this project. Mr Wall Street walks them out and I can hear their voices as they go down the corridor. I shake my head in a doomsday-manner while packing everything back into my bag.
    I know the moment Mr Wall Street steps back in the room. I can feel his energy tsunami fields hitting me from behind and I studiously ignore him. An unbecoming sound makes me look around to where he is standing with surprise written all over my face.
    “It wasn’t me!” he says with a bit too much vehemence. “Rudolph gave him to me. He said the noise was disturbing him too much.” Standing next to him is a demure looking Blossom. I had left Blossom with the security guard after an embarrassed explanation. Mr Wall Street looks decidedly uncomfortable with an animal at such close