Friends and Rivals. Tilly Bagshawe
The lap-dancer was massaging Brett’s shoulders, her huge silicone breasts pressed against his back like beach balls. He struggled to concentrate. ‘Halving it, you say?’
‘Uh huh. Ten per cent.’
Brett Bayley was no Einstein. But a ten per cent commission rate was unheard-of in the music business. It would mean millions of extra dollars in his pocket every year. And, after all, he did have a wife and kid to think about now.
‘No pressure,’ said Ivan. ‘Have a think about it.’
Lex Abrahams sat at the bar at Cecconi’s on Melrose indulging in some surreptitious star-spotting. Out on the patio, Simon Cowell was holding court amongst a bunch of artists and record-company execs, including Gwen Stefani and David Alaia, the new head of Sony. Inside, Jennifer Aniston and a mystery man were huddled at a corner table, and Kobe Bryant, the Lakers hero, was enjoying a quiet dinner with his latest girlfriend, a Croatian model with legs like a giraffe and the brain power to match. As a music biz photographer, and longtime West Hollywood resident, Lex spent half his life amongst celebrities, but he was ashamed to admit he still experienced a small thrill when a beautiful actress or a brilliant sportsman sat down next to him. It was part of the buzz of living in LA and, although few people admitted to feeling it, it was one of the main reasons that celebrity hang-outs like Cecconi’s were fully booked all year round. It always made Lex laugh when pretty girls claimed they came here for the food. It was like saying you went to Hyde for the music, or the Chateau Marmont for the views.
‘Can I get you another margarita?’
The girl behind the bar reminded him of Kendall. She had the same glossy dark hair and angular cheekbones. Lex had successfully not thought about Kendall for an entire ten minutes, but now his mind wandered back to her. He’d only had one phone call from her since she arrived in London, which he assumed meant she was enjoying herself. As a general rule, Kendall only ever called him when she needed something – usually a shoulder to cry on about Jack. She’d be back in a few days and Lex was frightened by how violently he was longing to see her again.
He smiled at the barmaid. ‘Sure. Why not?’
Jack was late, and Lex had nothing much else to do. Having worked on back-to-back shoots for the last six weeks, he now found himself with the rare luxury of a few days off. He’d been thinking about driving down to La Jolla for a well-earned mini-break when Jack Messenger called asking to meet for a drink. He’d sounded excited on the phone, as if he had good news he wanted to share.
When Jack finally arrived, weaving his way through the tables towards the bar, Lex noticed how many female heads turned to look at him. Even in a restaurant full of famous, attractive men, Jack Messenger stood out from the crowd. Lex put it down to the fact that, unlike almost everybody else here, Jack genuinely didn’t care what sort of an impression he made. LA was crawling with good-looking men, but very few of them were so self-contained, so entirely without vanity. Jack Messenger didn’t play it cool. He was cool. Big difference.
‘Sorry. Crazy day.’ Sitting down next to Lex he ordered a gin and tonic and a charcuterie plate from the bar. ‘Have you eaten already?’
‘Yes,’ lied Lex, who couldn’t afford Cecconi’s prices. He’d mop up the alcohol with a big bowl of pasta when he got home. So what’s this all about? I’m intrigued.’
Jack took a deep breath. ‘I’m leaving Jester.’
His eyes sparkled with excitement. Lex wasn’t sure how to respond.
‘Wow,’ he said eventually. ‘That’s big news. Where are you going?’
‘I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here.’
Lex looked puzzled. Had he had one margarita too many? ‘You mean you’re retiring?’
‘Noooo.’ Jack laughed. ‘Jesus, thanks a lot. I’m not that old. I’m splitting with Ivan, that’s all. It’s been a long time coming and I think it’s gonna be better for both of us. I’ll set up shop here in LA, and we’ll gradually regrow a European business. Ivan can reinvent himself as a reality star, or whatever the hell it is he thinks he does these days.’
Lex processed this information. He’d worked for Jester on and off for the last five years, and in all that time he had only met Ivan Charles twice. Nevertheless, he’d made a big impression. By far the more flamboyant of the two founding partners, it was Ivan who people most associated with the name Jester. Jack was the quiet, powerful engine that kept them going, but Ivan Charles was the face of the company.
‘What does Kendall think about all this?’
For the first time, Jack’s expression darkened. ‘It was Kendall who started this whole ball rolling,’ he said bitterly. ‘Not that I’m complaining. The way I see it, she did me a favour.’
He told Lex the whole story, how Kendall had reneged on her US record deal and signed with a British label behind his back. ‘She called me, drunk out of her mind. When I challenged her about it, she refused to call the thing off – or rather, Ivan refused on her behalf. No question he’s leading her by the nose on this thing. So Kendall’s with Polydor and I’m washing my hands of the both of them.’
Lex didn’t try to hide his shock. Not just that Kendall had taken such a huge step without even telling him; but that Jack would actually go so far as to cut her loose.
‘You can’t be serious. You’re going to stop managing Kendall?’
‘I’m perfectly serious. I’m prepared to manage Kendall, but only on my terms, which she refused.’
‘But Jack—’
‘Look, if Kendall wants to piss her career away in Europe in exchange for the first big cheque she’s offered, that’s up to her,’ Jack snapped. ‘She’ll see through Ivan soon enough. When she does, I dare say she’ll come crawling back.’
Lex flattered himself that he knew Kendall Bryce better than anyone. She and Jack were as stubborn and bull-headed as each other. It would be a cold day in hell before Kendall ‘crawled’ back to anyone. The pair of them were proud to a fault.
‘If you want to call it quits as well, I understand,’ Jack said sulkily. ‘Entirely your call. I know you and Kendall are close.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ said Lex. ‘Of course I’ll keep working with you.’ He considered Jack Messenger a friend but, far more pertinently, he relied on him for a solid sixty-five per cent of his income. It was typical of Jack’s unconscious arrogance that this simple economic fact had never occurred to him. ‘It’s very sudden, that’s all. Quitting Jester and dropping Kendall, all on the strength of one argument. You don’t think you’re overreacting?’
Jack’s frown deepened. He did not think he was overreacting, and he was tired of everyone telling him he was. So far the only person who’d been unconditionally supportive was Elizabeth, his on-again off-again girlfriend. Liz thought that breaking out on his own was an ‘awesome idea’. Jack put this down to the fact that she had seen first-hand how much stress Ivan Charles’s antics had caused him over the past year, and what a daily nightmare it had been babysitting Kendall Bryce. It didn’t occur to him that Elizabeth Grey was hopelessly in love with him and would probably have said anything she knew he wanted to hear.
Lex Abrahams was braver. ‘What if it doesn’t stop with Kendall?’ he asked Jack, who had downed his G&T and already ordered a second. ‘What if Ivan’s already out there now, trying to secure Jester’s other big acts?’
‘I can’t see him doing that.’ Jack sounded supremely unconcerned. ‘He has his list, which I have no intention of going after, and I have mine. It’s in the clients’ interests to make a clean break.’
‘Maybe, but since when did Ivan Charles put the clients’ interests above his own? He could be on the phone right now, making promises to half your acts. Either way, you ought to call people, man. Let them know what’s