Simply Red

Max’s Perspective

 On Monday morning Fern showed up bright and early before Brody left for work. The three boys slowly got out of his four door pickup truck, and he introduced the other two boys as Billy Ray and T-dog (ugh). They gave us a half-assed apology before they went to work. It was clear that the only thing they were sorry about was getting caught. I was grateful that Fern was there because frankly I was uneasy around the three boys after what they had done. It was amazing to me how one dumb, juvenile act had completely changed my world.

 Brody had some primer and a gallon of grey paint in the shed leftover from his original paint job about a year ago. Fern handed the can of grey paint to Ricky and said, “Go to Lowe’s and get a five gallon bucket of this while we prep.”

 “That gallon should be enough to cover it up” Brody said.

 “They’re not covering it up” Fern responded. “They’re repainting your entire barn Mr. James, even if it takes them all damn summer” he looked us in the eyes and his tone said, ‘don’t argue with me, I’m teaching them a lesson.’ Ricky took off and the other two unloaded the ladder, brushes, rollers, drop cloths, and other equipment from Fern’s truck. Fern came prepared. We invited him in for a cup of coffee while the boys got started.

 He was a very pleasant man. He had spoken to the other boy’s parents, T-Dog’s mother felt awful (T-Dog’s real name was Timmy… pretty gangsta’ huh?). However, Billy Ray’s dad was a good ole redneck and Fern thought he was probably proud that his son had put some homos in their place. The only reason Billy Rays father agreed to let him paint the barn was because Fern threatened to turn him in to the sheriff otherwise. Fern was a great guy. He and his wife moved here from Jersey ten years ago to take over his father in-law’s business when he passed away. They thought this would be a great place to raise Ricky and their two daughters, but Ricky kept falling in with the wrong crowd. He wanted us to believe he was a good kid… I wasn’t convinced but hoped we would see that side of him eventually.

 Brody headed off to work, Fern went to check on the boys, and I went out to the Barn to let Jimmy out and work in my studio. By the time Ricky returned with the paint, the other two were reluctantly hard at work. A couple of hours into it I brought them a cooler with water and soda in it. I think my gesture confused the teenagers, they had their preconceived notions about gays and seemed to look at me like an enemy for some reason. I was just a fag to them… not a human. I was determined to get them to see me as a person.

 They put in a hard day’s work and were hot, sweaty, and tired when they left around 4:00. The barn was completely prepped and the front had a first coat. You could still see the sickening red words faintly through the new paint, so Fern demanded they do another coat on the front on Tuesday when they came back. Tuesday was more of the same, the words were completely gone from the front of the barn, and the sides had a fresh coat. They were making quick work of their punishment and just had the backside left. On Wednesday Ricky showed up alone. Fern had called to tell me that he couldn’t make it, and that the other boys felt they had more than paid for their bad deed and that this was really Rickey’s problem since it was his shirt that got them busted (Fern and I both disagreed with that notion, but what the hell could we do?). Ricky showed up in and went right to work. I Was headed to my studio to work on The Resort project… the bottles of essential oil containing the scent had been delivered Tuesday night and I was ready to experiment. I brought some drinks out to Ricky on my way to the studio, he came down from the ladder to grab a bottle of water and took his hat off. Underneath was a clean high and tight cut.

 “Hey, you got a haircut” I said, and for the very first time I saw him grin.

 “Yup. Time to grow the hell up” He said. Then he actually talked to me like a human. He apologized again and this time it sounded sincere. He told me how his friends had talked him into it after they had a few beers down by the beach , but he took personal responsibility; he never meant to hurt us. Then he looked at the ground when he told me how his friends both bailed on him saying it was his problem. After that happened, he had a long heart to heart with his parents and they basically told him it was time to be his own man and grow up, and he finally understood what they were saying. “My dad forced me to look at myself in the mirror… literally, he made me stare at it and think about what kind of man I wanted to be. Then I went and got a haircut” He said. I laughed and he smiled. “Fuck Billy Ray and T-dog” He said with a scoff, then his eyes got wide and he looked up at me “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to swear.” I laughed again… this kid was growing on me. He wasn’t a bad kid, he was just a follower hanging out with the wrong crowd and making some stupid life decisions (Haven’t we all been there?). After a short break he went back up the ladder and I went into my studio.

 A few hours later he came into the barn through the front door looking for me and yelled “Hey! I’m finished”

 “Back here” I yelled from the studio. He stopped to pet Jimmy and Zoey as he made his way through the barn to my candle studio. He had made friends with the two animals during his three-day sentence on BroMax Farm.

 He entered the studio are and looked around “What’s this?” He asked as he took it all in.

 “My candle making studio” I responded and started to explain what we were doing for The Resort. He took a sniff of the new scent (which by the way was awesome) and asked me a shitload of questions, he was really interested in what I was doing. Although I didn’t want to… I was starting to like the kid. I worked as we talked and was ready to pour the wax.

 “Can I help?” Ricky asked excitedly. I showed him what to do and explained that each container was being treated slightly different as I experimented with the scent. Different types of wax, different wicks, different amounts of scent, etc. He seemed genuinely interested and we were talking and laughing as we worked. When Brody got home from work, we were still pouring candles, and laughing like friends; we had completely lost track of time. I was really getting to know him, and despite myself was beginning to like him. We went outside and walked around the barn inspecting his work, he did a great job. We invited him to stay for dinner.

 After dinner we walked Ricky to the truck and he apologized again, then he shocked me by asking, “Hey Max? Are you gonna pour wax again tomorrow?” I nodded. “You want some help? I was really getting into it.” I smiled and told him I’d be in the studio about 10:00, he could come anytime and we exchanged phone numbers.

 After Ricky left Brody looked at me and said with a smile, “What the hell was that all about?” Our budding friendship shocked Brody.

 “He’s a good kid when you get him away from the two other asshole rednecks” I said. We talked about it for a bit, then Brody called Fern to thank him and tell him the job was finished. I heard him tell Fern that he thought Ricky was a good kid. An unlikely relationship seemed to be forming out of all this negativity.

 Ricky Came back for the next couple of days and was a huge help. He helped me get everything ready for our presentation. Brody and I had discussed me hiring someone to help me part time with production if The Resort project came through… I planned on offering the job to Ricky. On Friday the security system guy came to install the additional cameras and alarm system, Ricky was there when they came and watched them work. “Is that because of what I did?” He asked in a quiet tone of regret.

 I nodded and decided to be honest with him, “you scared me. I don’t feel as safe as I used to.”

 His face dropped “I am so sorry. Max. You guys didn’t deserve that…I… I..” He muttered at a loss for words.

 I decided to be a grown up and asked, “Did you learn something?” He nodded. “Then Maybe it was all worth it” I said. He smiled a sad, regretful smile. He was finally seeing us as people, not just a couple of fags. The other two may be lost causes, but not Ricky. All was forgiven as far as I was concerned, but the fear and uneasiness the vile act created weren’t going to go away so easily… I was now keenly aware that there was a world out there of ignorant people that pre-judged and hated us for who we were.

 That night Brody and I ordered a pizza again and were surprised to see Sue and Fern delivering our order personally. They greeted me with a smile and not one but two pizzas. Then Fern said, “These are on us.” I called to Brody in the kitchen and he came out to greet our unexpected guests.

 “I hope you don’t mind us barging in on your evening like this” Sue said. “But we wanted to apologize again and thank you for how kind you’ve been to Ricky. This whole thing could have gone down a lot differently.”

 We invited them in. “On behalf of our entire family, I’d like to apologize for my son’s behavior. But…” he paused. “This whole event has been like an epiphany for the boy. He’s done a 180 and I hope it sticks.”

 “He even cut that damn hair!” Sue said with a smile of delight.

 They sat down in the living room and the four of us talked and we invited them to join us for dinner (Hell, they brought 2 pizzas… why not). They asked me about what Ricky was doing out here every day, he had been coming home and babbling about wax and wicks, so after dinner we went out to the studio to show them around… Zoey excitedly led the way. Brody and I told them about The Resort proposal and my intent to offer Ricky a job. Fern smiled proudly. “Is it bad that I’m kind of glad this happened. I think that all of this was actually for the best?” He asked while Sue nodded in agreement.

 Brody and I laughed “He’s a good kid” I said.

 “But he hangs out with a bunch of dumbasses” Brody said making Sue laugh.

 “Yup” Fern agreed, then Sue told us about Ricky’s struggles to fit in and find a good group of friends.

 As we were talking Jimmy came into the barn “This must be Jimmy” Sue said as she leaned down to pet the friendly goat. It was obvious that Ricky had been talking to them about us. They stayed about an hour and the four of us hit it off. They were good people.

 We went to bed shortly after they left, as we lie in bed I asked, “What about asking Ricky to house sit when we got to Arizona next week?”

 “No fucking way in hell, Maxwell” Brody barked back. “I know you’re bonding with the kid, and his parents seem like good people, but we don’t know these people from Adam. Besides, Gina and Dylan are all set to move in.” He said in a definitive tone.

 “But he…” I started to state my case.

 “But nothin’!” Brody shouted back. “A week ago, he spray painted ‘Fuck you fags’ on the gotdamn barn, now you want to trust him with our house, our pets, our… our everything?! Not gonna happen, Maxwell.” He was stern and holding his ground. He was right.

 “I just want to show him we trust him” I said in quiet response.

 “You might, but I don’t. Not yet. Maybe later, but not yet” Brody said in a much quieter tone. “Listen, Maxwell. I think deep down he’s a good kid too, and you letting him help you in the candle studio is a great gesture, but slow the horses down a little, okay? Let a little time pass.” God, I hated when he was being rational and right! I dropped the subject.

The next week moved fast. I got all my samples done by Tuesday night, Ricky packed them all up and took them to the UPS Store and shipped them to The Resort ahead of our meeting. Dylan and Gina moved into our house early Thursday morning, and we headed to the airport to catch our flight to Phoenix for our afternoon meeting. We. Were. Ready!

 Brody’s Perspective

 I took two days off from work to go to Arizona and present to The Resort. Me and Maxwell spent the entire flight rehearsing our presentation (well the entire flight and the four days prior). When Kev and the guys first presented this opportunity to us, I just thought it would be a nice little project, I didn’t think I’d get into it as much as I did. Over my two years in advertising, I had worked with a lot of strategy and account guys (suits we called ‘em). They always had opinions, ‘try a different color’ ‘make the logo bigger’ ‘I don’t like that photo’ ‘the client won’t like it’ and most of them didn’t wouldn’t know good creative work if it smacked them in their smug faces. There weren’t a lot of ‘em who knew how to build an effective strategy AND guide creative to greatness. However, Kev was one of the rare few who got it. I’d loved workin’ with him over the last couple of weeks. He knew his shit! He understood the target market, brought insight to the table, knew how to build a solid brand strategy from solid research, and was a great judge of creative work. He knew how to push it to the next level and made me a better designer.

The flight to PHX went by quickly and there was a text from Eric when we landed telling me he was still sober. I was part of his support team as he tried to get his drinking under control. Eric texted me every morning to tell me he had another sober day and I kept in regular touch with Hunter to make sure he was telling the truth (I was dreading the day the texts stop coming). He found a great sponsor that he clicked with and was over three weeks into his first month of sobriety. I was damn proud of the guy. Eric and I were never best friends, in fact… of all the guys he was the one that I clicked with the least, but for some reason he respected me and would listen to me. After I texted him back (like I always did), we headed to baggage claim to get our luggage, claimed our rental car, then were off to The Resort for our big meeting. Max had been to Phoenix and The Resort a few times before, but this was a first for me so I drove and he navigated.

 It was just a short drive from the airport, but it felt like we were in the middle of nowhere. The place was situated in the desert mountains and it was beautiful. We got there about an hour early and pulled up to the front where the valet took our car and told us our bags would be in our room after the meeting. He seemed to know exactly who we were. We grabbed our computer bags and my portfolio and headed to the front desk. We gave our names, again the guy knew exactly who we were and gave us our room key. “Your bags will be in your room when you’re done with your meeting, meanwhile let me escort you to the conference room, by the way I’m Jeff.” He said as we shook hands before he led us down a hallway behind the desk and an elevator that took us to the second floor. I just gotta add here that the guy was fucking hot as hell, so was the valet, in fact everyone who worked there was hot as hell!

 Their offices were very modern and professional, and the conference room had a glass wall looking over the cliff and onto the desert landscape. There was a big conference table with overstuffed leather chairs in the middle of the room, and a huge screen TV at the front. “Those boxes came for you yesterday” Jeff said pointing to the boxes of samples that Max and Ricky had packed up and sent ahead. “I’ll let Scotty and Matty know you’re here, the others should be here soon” Jeff said before he exited the room. I hooked up my computer to the screen at the front of the room and Max went to work setting up the samples on two long tables that Scotty had set-up with black table clothes for us against the wall. We brought five options, I usually subscribed to the rule of threes (Bring three options, one you loved, one you hated, and one you could live with if they picked it… then pray you could sell in the one you loved), but I brought five because I thought we had five awesome, viable options… one of them way over budget with custom made containers, but very cool. I was proud of our work. Each option had the recommended container with the label design spray-mounted to it, I also created a mock-up on foamcore of how the page would look on their website, and how each display would look on the front desk. Max had experimented with several types of wax, wicks, containers, amounts of scent, etc. He had a recommendation but brought options for the team to see and smell. Max had priced out each option so we could talk numbers.

 We put the candles for each option on the table with the foamcore mock-ups upside down on top of the candles. Our plan was to walk through each option and reveal the candles as we took off the foamcore and presented the mock-up. It only took about ten minutes before we were ready. “Hey guys!” Scotty said as he entered the room. He shook my hand and gave Max a hug. Matty followed right behind him and did the same. We were all dressed in suits and ties (even me) and looked professional. “Wow” Scotty exclaimed as he looked around the room. “You guys look ready to go.”

 “We are” I responded as Max and Matty struck up a conversation. Someone from The Resort came in and set up drinks and snacks for us.

 “Randy should be here in a few minutes, and Kev picked up Jordan and his wife Jodi from the airport and they’re on their way here. We were going to teleconference them in, but they decided to fly in from Vegas instead” Scotty explained. ‘Day-um’ I thought to myself. ‘Jordan’s coming? He’s a big fucking deal.’ The guy owned a bunch of hotels and was worth a fortune, and he was coming here to see us present this little project? Suddenly our little project felt huge. It was just minutes before the others entered and the room became loud and lively as we greeted the guys we knew and introduced ourselves to Jordan and Jodi. Just as we were about to begin another guy entered. It was Bill, Kevin’s partner and the head of his agency. I knew who he was because Kev’s agency had become a pretty big deal over the past few years and he and his boss were well known in the advertising world. He had a small share of The Resort ownership too and wanted to be there. Once they were all seated, we started the presentation.

 I’m sorry, I’m a shy humble guy, but I gotta say I fucking nailed that presentation. Max and I had rehearsed so many times and I knew my shit. We revealed each option one at a time and tied every idea and design into Kevin’s strategy and quoted his document several times. They were impressed. After the creative presentation, Maxwell walked them through the candle options… I couldn’t help but notice how fuckin’ hot he looked in that suit. For a guy whose public speaking was mostly limited to a room full of 10 year old’s, he was a gotdamn pro! He knew his shit too, and his recommendation was solid. They had a lot of questions regarding price and distribution, Maxwell answered every one of them. We were prepared. Three weeks earlier we started this project with no clue what we were doing, but now we were the experts. I was damn proud of us. They voted on the spot to go with our recommendation (the expensive version with the custom container) and gave us the green light to start production. They also agreed to Max’s rollout plan of Arizona first, then one or two locations at a time. We were psyched about that because it took some of the pressure off Max of having to mass produce right out of the gate.

 Kevin and Bill spoke with me after the meeting and asked me to come to their agency in the morning to talk about some details on the designs. Jordan and Jodi said that if this took off, they wanted to work with us on a similar project for their other hotels. Holy shit! This was takin’ off. They owned a shitload of hotels, this could be HUGE!

 We had dinner at The Resort’s restaurant with the whole crew, even Brad joined us after work. I really liked all those guys and they were great to work with. After dinner Max and I said goodnight and went up to our room and the others left. Holy shit again! It was men only beyond the offices and the restaurant, and the entire atmosphere changed. It was 5-star top notch, but there was something in the air that screamed sensuality. Our room was beautiful but we were only there for a minute before we grabbed our towels and went to the spa area. We were fuckin’ nekkid under those lush towels. This was all new to me, but Max seemed comfortable with all of it. He led me to the pool area. Gotdamn! It was the off-season, but there were still guys of every type hanging out on lounge chairs… and every one of them nekkid. Maxwell just strolled in like it was nothin’, but I was wide eyed, taking it all in and doin’ my damnedest not to stare. We found a couple of open lounge chairs and claimed them, Max took off his towel, spread it out on the chair, and laid there in all his nekkid glory with his red bush shining under the lights. I sat down, still wrapped in my towel.

 “You’re not gonna drop the towel?” Maxwell said with a grin, knowing how shy I was about stuff like this.

 “I aint ready yet” I said as I looked around. Maxwell just chuckled. The pool attendant came over (another hot guy) and we ordered a couple of drinks. By the time the drinks arrived I had gotten up the courage to reluctantly drop the towel. I was small in stature but had a tight body and wasn’t ashamed of it, but Maxwell was getting all the attention with his muscular body and red bush. We sat there and sipped our drinks as we looked around. Mostly just guys relaxing, but there was a little action in the hot tub and the occasional stud stroking himself. I had NEVER been any place like this before where people were just so open about their bodies and sexuality. I admit, I was getting hard.

 “Let’s go tour the rest of the spa” Maxwell said as he stood up and draped his towel around his shoulders, I wrapped mine around my waist. His plumped manhood was jutting out in front of him as he took my hand and led me through the pool and into the wet area. We peeked into the sauna, then moved on and entered the steam room. It was dark and the air was thick with moist, hot steam. Maxwell led the way and pulled me by the hand until we came to a private little alcove with a wide, tiled bench… I guess it was more like a platform. We leaned against the wall and stretch our legs out; the platform was wide enough to accommodate us and our feet didn’t even hang off the edge. We laid there in all our glory, nekkid in an open place. Anyone could walk in at any time. I voiced my concern to Maxwell.

“That’s what makes it fun” He said with a mischievous grin as he kissed me and squeezed my hardening cock.

 “Maxwell!” I said in protest, but he shut my mouth by covering it with his and shoving his thick tongue down my throat. Fuuuuck, the moist air, the hissing of the steam, the smell of man musk, and Maxwell’s touch; I was gone. Maxwell won the battle. It was so damn hot! He groped me as we made out, but I was a little too shy to grope him back. He moved my hand to his groin, he was so gotdamn hard, I mean Day-um it was like a steel pipe. He pulled out of our kiss, got off the platform and stood in front of it, then he pulled me by my feet until I was lying flat on my back with my knees bending over the edge and my feet resting flat on the floor. Max got on his knees and started sucking my rock hard cock. It was so weird; I never did stuff like that in public before but I’d totally be lying if I told you it wasn’t hot as hell. The idea that anyone could walk in and watch, or even try to join in made it taboo and more excitin’… I mean I didn’t want to play with anyone else, but the idea that they might get off on watchin’ us was hot.

 He was sucking and stroking my hard cock, bathing my balls with his tongue, and occasionally flicking my taint and hole. It felt amazing. After several minutes, he got back on the platform and sat on my face, then leaned over in a sixty-nine. This was one of our favorite positions (although I was usually on top). The heat of the steam room made Maxwell’s musk even stronger; his scent pushed me over the edge and I ate that ginger ass like there was no tomorrow. My tongue explored his sweet little pink hole, pushing its way in as deep as it would go. I put a hand on either side of his muscle butt and held on tight as I lubed his hole with my saliva. We could hear voices and noises (the occasional moan, slurp, or footstep) around us, but I couldn’t see anything through the thick steam in the dimly lit room.

Max moved again, this time he was crouched above my cock with his back to me. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him grab my cock and sit down on it using only our saliva and the moist air as lube. Inch my inch my hard cock disappeared into his perfect white ass. I could hear his moans of pleasure over the hissing of the steam. Finally, his white cheeks rested on my pubic bush while Maxwell just stayed there… holding me inside of him. He squeezed his sphincter around me sending more pleasure through my already euphoric body. Next, he slowly moved up then dropped back down. Again. And again. He was ridin’ my cock like a gotdamn rodeo champ. The idea that anyone could walk in and catch us made it even hotter. I couldn’t believe what we were doin’. I was a private guy, but day-um, this… THIS was excitin’. Maxwell was pumpin’ his own cock as he rode me, then he flipped around so he was facin’ me, never gettin’ off my stick. He leaned down and made out for a little bit, then he straightened himself up and yelled “I’m cummin’, baby” And shot hot streams of his juice onto my face and chest as his voice echoed throughout the massive steam room. I grabbed his hips to control his speed and within a second, I was shootin’ my swimmers up that tight, perfect ass of his. I could hardly breathe through the thick steam. One of the most dirty, erotic fucks of my life ended with a minute or two long kiss with Maxwell as our tongues explore each other’s mouths. When he pulled himself off me, I could feel my own cum spilling out of his ass onto my leg.

 A little weak-kneed, I stood and we went to the shower room to clean off, then back to the pool are to lay back down. When we got out there, we recognized some familiar faces. Matty and his current boyfriend Tate, Adam, and Alex were all sittin’ in lounge chairs… nekkid! We had just presented to Matty a few hours ago and now we were hangin’ out with him (literally) in all our glory. No one even seemed to care that we were all nekkid… day-um, this was all new to me. As we talked it occurred to me that one, or all of them could have been in the steam room watchin’ us and I wouldn’t have known. That thought both embarrassed and excited me at the same time. We hung out with them drinkin’ and talkin’ for a couple of hours before we went up to our room and made love one more time as we whispered about our dirty experience in the steam room.

 Friday morning, I got up and put on my suit again, I only had the one so I changed the tie hopin’ no one would notice I wore the same thing two days in a row. Kev had asked me to come to his office to go through some thoughts he and Bill had about tweaking the designs, Maxwell was just gonna hang out at The Resort and enjoy our “free vacation.” I kissed Maxwell goodbye, got in the rental car, and set the address Kev texted me in the GPS.

 I got to the office right at 9AM and the receptionist led me to Kev’s office. Kev and his agency were a pretty big deal in the advertising world these days. They were making headlines in the trades and winning accounts left and right. I had been admiring them from afar for the last several months. They had recently moved their offices from Scottsdale to downtown Phoenix and they were amazing. Lots of wood and glass in the lobby. When we got to Kev’s office I was in awe. His office was almost as big my entire agency back home. He was sitting behind a huge wood desk and got up to greet me. He was wearing jeans and a polo. “Shit, I should have told you it was casual Friday” he said laughing as he looked at me in my suit. “You want a tour?” He asked before we sat down.

 “Hell yeah” I blurted out involuntarily. I really wanted to see this place; I had read so much about it. We moved down the hallway behind his office and passed Bill’s office, he came out to say hello. Then we moved further into the bowels of the creative department. The whole atmosphere changed… more noise, more color, way less corporate. We creatives were a bunch of adult-children who liked to have fun while we worked and typically left the corporate image to the suits as we called them (the account/strategy guys like Kev). “This is Dario, he’s our Associate Creative Director (second in command over all creative work), he’ll be stepping up to Creative Director (first in command) in a couple of months when one of our partners retires” Kev said, then suddenly remembered something he needed to take care of. “Dario, can you show Brody some of our work, I’ll be right back.” Dario was a nice guy and he was very interested in my work, he also seemed to know all about me which I found odd. Kev left us alone for about twenty minutes, then came back. We finished the tour and ended up in his office. There was a very nice conversation pit in one area of his huge office, we both occupied large, over-stuffed chairs and Kev let out a sigh.

 “Listen Brody, I got you here under false pretenses” he said as I raised an eyebrow curious about what he was thinking. “Your designs are great, and we gave you all of our input yesterday… you know what to do” he paused. “We’ve been searching for a new Associate Creative Director to replace Dario when he moves into the role of Creative Director. I have loved working with you over the past couple of weeks. You’re smart, you get strategy, you’re talented as hell, and your presentation skills are off the hook… you get it. Bill and I want to make you a job offer.” He stopped talking; I was stunned and didn’t know how to respond.

 “Really?” Was all I could muster.

 Kev nodded. “Seriously, we think you’d be an awesome fit for the Associate Creative Director position under Dario.” Shit, that was like three steps up from my current title. Kev handed me a one-sheeter with the official offer on it and my eyes grew wide. I think I involuntarily said ‘day-um’ under my breath making Kev laugh. The base salary was about double what Maxwell and I made together, and the bonus structure was mind blowing.

 “This is really flattering” I said, then asked the million dollar question, “Will I be able to work remotely from North Carolina?”

 Kev smiled and shook his head. “Not for this position. You’ll be touching at least 50% of the work that goes through the agency, so you’ll need to be on-site and accessible to the creative team.” He took a deep breath and leaned in. “Listen Brody, I know you love your life in North Carolina, but you are an amazing creative talent and we both know that if you want to take your career to the next level, you’re going to have to move on to move up. This could be an amazing opportunity for you.”

Kev was right, but Day-um. Leave our home? What the hell would Maxwell think? Hell… what did I think?

 

To be continued…