Tilly Bagshawe - Friends and Rivals

‘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 going on, reassure them. Have you spoken to Brett Bayley?’

‘No,’ said Jack, irritated. ‘Why would I?’

‘Because he’s in London right now, on Ivan’s home turf, and because The Blitz are your most lucrative act?’ offered Lex. ‘Kendall told me Brett’s wife spends a lot of time with Ivan’s wife. That could be dangerous.’

‘Nonsense,’ said Jack dismissively. ‘I’ve managed The Blitz since they were a bunch of high-school kids. I’m like a father to those boys. Brett Bayley’s not going anywhere. Besides,’ he added, worryingly from Lex’s perspective, ‘anyone who wants to go should go. I’m not interested in representing people who don’t want me as their manager. If Kendall thinks Ivan can do a better job than I have, then good luck to her. I won’t be begging anyone to stay.’

An hour later, Lex drove the few blocks back to his apartment in a state of high anxiety. He knew Jack Messenger to be a smart businessman. He had founded Jester, after all, and must comfortably be worth tens of millions of dollars. But this latest decision seemed totally out of character: risky, impetuous, the sort of thing that Kendall might do.

Kendall. It still hadn’t fully sunk in. Had she really traded in Matador for a niche European record label, and Jack for his charismatic partner? It all seemed so unlikely. And what did it mean? Was she going to stay in England now? To move there permanently? Surely she wouldn’t actually relocate to another continent without telling him. Lex needed to believe he meant more to Kendall than that. Jack might be ready to wash his hands of the troublesome Miss Bryce, but then he had the luxury of not being in love with her.

I’ll call her, get to the bottom of it. There must be two sides to this story. Once I know what she’s thinking, I’m sure I can get her to see sense.

Kendall woke alone in Ivan Charles’s bed. It was only six a.m., but there was no chance of getting back to sleep. Light was already chinking through the blinds in the Eaton Gate flat, and a particularly noisy removal van had inconsiderately decided to start unloading right beneath the master bedroom window.

Kendall officially still had her own room down the hall, but in the ten days since she and Ivan had become lovers, she hadn’t spent a night there. She felt surprisingly lonely when Ivan disappeared to Oxfordshire. It was a comfort to sleep on sheets that still bore the scent of him, and Kendall felt in need of comfort.

In the immediate, euphoric aftermath of her Fascination deal, and the unexpected thrill of beginning a new affair, she’d spared little thought for the long-term implications of her epic row with Jack. Now, as the days passed with no sign of bridge-building on either side, the true enormity of what she’d done was starting to sink in. The entire focus of her career and life had now shifted to London, a city she still barely knew and where she was living out of two suitcases. Ivan had made it all seem so fun. It was fun when he was with her, as if the rest of her life, the boring part full of ties and responsibilities and angry record-company execs, faded into a distant dream and only the thrilling present was real. But as soon as Ivan was physically gone, be it to work or home to his wife and family, Kendall felt like what she was: a stranger, alone and friendless in a foreign city. Forty-million-dollar deals were all very well, but she needed a life. The one she had right now revolved wholly and frighteningly around Ivan Charles, a man she had only met for the first time less than a month ago.

Reaching for her cell phone on the bedside table, she turned it on and checked for new messages. There were six, all from LA, but none of them from Jack. Five were business-related and one was from her mother, who had clearly forgotten Kendall was travelling and sounded irritated that she hadn’t stopped by the house since the spring. Depressed, Kendall was just about to switch the handset off when to her astonishment it rang. Number Withheld. It could be Ivan, from a payphone, although perhaps that was unlikely at this time in the morning. Or Jack, pleading with her to come back …

‘Hello?’

‘I just had dinner with Jack. What the hell’s going on? Why didn’t you call me?’

The sound of Lex’s voice burst Kendall’s hope-bubble like a pin in a birthday balloon.