_¡Oh, bella mía! ¡Qué gusto tenerte por aquí! –expresó Jarred saliendo de detrás del escritorio y besándole una de las mejillas.
_¡No me has llamado, Jarred! Tengo un mes que no sé de ti –expresó Roses con una voz infantil que utilizaba cada vez que quería parecer una niña inocente.
_He estado muy ocupado. Pero justo te iba a llamar. Tengo algo genial para ti. Los Amigos invisibles van a presentarse en El Poliedro y conseguí que te presentaras como artista invitada –expresó Jarred de manera triunfante.
_¿Artista invitada? ¡¡¿La gran Roses como telonera?!! ¿Y el jugoso contrato que firmaría con la disquera?– preguntó de manera histérica. Jarred se adelantó y trató de calmar a la chica:
_Eso está en camino. Ese contrato pronto tendrá tu firma, pero debes aguardar un poco. -pidió Jarred con las manos en un rezo.
_Ya te di el dinero que pedías, Jarred, para que fueras mi representante y me juraste que en un mes, me lloverían los contratos y aún no veo nada de lo que me prometiste –expresó Roses intranquila.
_Cálmate, bella mía. Pronto tu nombre estará entre los más importantes de la industria. Solo tienes que confiar en mí –dijo y siguió llenando de promesas a Roses, que poco a poco se fue calmando.
_No te preocupes. Si pagas mis honorarios profesionales, seré tu representante y te prometo que en menos de un mes, tendrás un contrato multimillonario con la disquera que quieras. Piénsalo. Tu futuro musical, en mis manos, puede traspasar la estratosfera.
Cuando cortó, los dos hombres rieron con ganas. Se dieron la mano y fue Clinton el que habló:
_Eres todo un maestro. Debo aprender de ti –expresó Clinton con su acostumbrada sonrisa burlona.
_Jajaja. Estos cantantes son muy ilusos creen que con esas voces de cantar bingo se van a convertir, de la noche a la mañana, en grandes estrellas de la música.
_¡Inocentes criaturas! Jajajaja. Debes cuidar que no te denuncien –expresó Clinton, intentando parecer preocupado.
_Primero deben denunciar a un tal Tim, que al parecer está haciendo lo mismo que yo, pero ofreciéndoles el doble –acotó Jarred de manera agria- En esta empresa, y tú lo sabes bien, nadie tira piedra al techo del otro, porque todos los techos son de cristal –dijo Jarred de manera filosófica y los dos hombres largaron la risa con burla.
_Querida mía, justo pensaba…
_Guarda tus excusas, Jarret. Solo vine para decirte que desde este momento no eres mi representante –afirmó Roses y se alegró de ver el rostro pálido del hombre. Jarred comenzó a hacer promesas, pero la chica lo atajó:
_Deja eso para otros. Yo acabo de contratar a otro representante. -Jarred quedó callado e inmóvil, luego, cuando se repuso, preguntó con enojo:
_Se puede saber el nombre de tu nuevo representante.
_Se llama Tim. Debes conocerlo. Es muy conocido en la industria. Por cierto, le pedí que me acompañara. Debe estar subiendo.
En ese instante, Jarred escuchó una voz masculina conocida que saludaba a su secretaria. Se dispuso a desenmascarar al otro hombre que le estaba quitando el negocio, cuando vio que la figura entraba por la puerta. Sus ojos se abrieron como unos platos enormes y las palabras se le atoraron en la garganta: era Clinton, su amigo.
_Este es Tim, Jarred –dijo Roses.
_Mucho gusto, dijo Clinton con su conocida risa burlona.
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The power behind the music
Roses had arrived at Jarred's office leaving a trail of perfume down the hallway. The employees turned to see her and without waiting to be announced, Roses entered the boss's office. Roses was not only beautiful and sensual, she also exuded an indomitable, fierce spirit that made her seem like a star: unattainable:
_Oh, my beauty, what a pleasure to have you around! -Jarred came out from behind the desk and kissed one of her cheeks.
You haven't called me, Jarred! I haven't heard from you in a month," Roses said in the childish voice she used whenever she wanted to sound like an innocent child.
I've been very busy. But I was just going to call you. I have something great for you. The Invisible Friends are performing at El Poliedro and I got you to be a guest artist," said Jarred triumphantly.
Guest artist? The great Roses as opening act?!!! What about the juicy contract she would sign with the record company? Jarred stepped forward and tried to calm the girl down:
_That's on its way. That contract will soon have your signature, but you must wait a bit. -Jarred asked with his hands in prayer.
I already gave you the money you asked for, Jarred, to be my agent and you swore to me that in a month, I would be showered with contracts and I still don't see anything of what you promised me," expressed Roses uneasily.
Calm down, my beauty. Soon your name will be among the most important in the industry. You just have to trust me," he said and continued to shower Roses with promises.
In the afternoon, while Jarred was on the phone with a client, his friend Clinton arrived and sat across from him. He listened as his friend made a thousand promises to the person on the other end of the phone:
_Don't worry. If you pay my professional fees, I'll be your manager and I promise that in less than a month, you'll have a multi-million dollar contract with the record label of your choice. Think about it. Your musical future, in my hands, can go through the stratosphere.
When he cut off, the two men laughed heartily. They shook hands and it was Clinton who spoke:
_You are quite a teacher. I must learn from you," Clinton said with a smirk.
Hahaha. These singers are so deluded they think that with those bingo singing voices they are going to become, overnight, great stars of music.
Innocent creatures! Hahahaha. You must be careful not to get denounced," Clinton said, trying to look worried.
First they must denounce a certain Tim, who apparently is doing the same as me, but offering them twice as much," Jarred said sourly. In this company, and you know it well, nobody throws stones at each other's ceilings, because all the ceilings are made of glass," said Jarred philosophically, and the two men laughed mockingly.
After a month had passed, Roses returned to Jarred's office and as was her custom, opened the office door unannounced. Jarred stood up nervously and began to say:
_My dear, I was just thinking ....
_Save your excuses, Jarret. I just came to tell you that as of this moment you are not my representative," Roses stated and was glad to see the man's pale face. Jarred began to make promises, but the girl stopped him:
_Leave that for others. I have just hired another representative. -Jarred remained silent and motionless, then, when he recovered himself, asked angrily:
_May I know the name of your new manager.
His name is Tim. You must know him. He's well known in the industry. By the way, I asked him to come with me. He must be on his way up.
At that instant, Jarred heard a familiar male voice greeting his secretary. He prepared to confront the other man who was taking his business, when he saw the figure walk through the door. His eyes opened like huge saucers and the words caught in his throat: it was Clinton, his friend.
This is Tim, Jarred," said Roses.
How do you do," said Clinton with his familiar mocking laugh.
