Chapter Fourteen
Iris
Time speeds up, so that the next twelve hours pass in the blink of an eye. I sat awake most of the night, and consequently slept away most of the morning.
They’re in the studio again when I find them, locking down a few loose ends so they have what they need ready for their chat with Harry Storm, now a confirmed date inked onto the calendar.
“We’re done,” Wynter tells him. I’m sure the guy would be disturbed if he could see the look on Wynter’s face as he says it. It’s way too gleeful for what ought to be a heavy moment.
“What do you mean you’re done?”
“I mean we don’t have any material for you. We’re not going to have any new material for you.”
“You know the conseq—”
“Yeah, we get it. We understand. It’s a bust. It’s for the best.”
The guy is clearly bamboozled by this. “You realise it’s game over.”
“We get it,” Reid says, unable to keep his mouth shut any longer.
“How long until the contract terminates?” Wynter asks, waving at Max to keep Reid under control.
“I’ll send it upstairs the moment the call ends. Expectations were set in stone when they agreed to pay for the studio time. If you don’t keep your end, then you can’t expect leniency.”
“No. No, we wouldn’t expect that. It’s perfectly reasonable.”
I’m sure that when this guy sends his report upstairs, it’ll read as him having terminated the relationship, because he doesn’t seem able to wrap his head around the fact that they’re not putting up a fight.
By early evening, Lucidity are no longer part of the Chinchilla Group. They need to vacate the studio complex by midday tomorrow.