Chapter 2
"So let's get to business!" Ari shouted. "Take a seat."
We sat on the couch behind us. Ari smiled and flipped through some papers. My eyes wandered around the room, taking in every detail. Fern fiddled with his thumbs.
"You got to be fucking kidding me," Ari said suddenly.
"Huh?" Fern and I looked up.
"You, sweetheart, are a nobody," Ari laughed.
"Yeah? Anyone could've told you that," I shrugged.
"But she will be somebody," Fern added.
"And what the fuck are you? Her older brother?" Ari demanded.
"Her manager."
"Right, the one who called me. Ok, we can compromise. You know who I represent?" Ari was smiling.
"People," I shrugged.
"Yeah. That's right, people. Well... I think you've got potential, so I'll be happy to represent you," Ari said. His phone started to ring. Ari glared at it. "LLOYD!" He screamed.
"Yes Ari?" Lloyd asked, poking his head in the room.
"I thought I told you to not let us be disturbed."
"Sorry Ari."
"Just answer the goddamn phone!" I shouted.
Ari blinked and paused for a second. He chuckled a bit and answered it. Lloyd smiled and waved before leaving. Ari was yelling at whoever was on the other line.
"Listen, E, I don't care what you do or how you do it. Just get Vince to do Aquaman! We all know he needs the money. Now, if you don't mind, I'm with a fucking client," Ari snapped his phone shut.
"Aquaman?" I giggled.
"What's wrong with Aquaman?"
"Nothing... If you don't think there's anything wrong with a guy in spandex with a fuck load of fish."
"Haha, funny. Anyway, it looks like you're golden. You've got potential, kid. I'll be happy to be your agent, even if you are a dego. So now we'll work out payment..."
The door swung open. Some little red head burst in and completely ignored me and Fern.
"Fuck you Ari! You want Vince to do Aquaman, you tell him. I tried! He won't do a fucking comic book, no matter how good it is!" He shouted.
"E... Shut the fuck up. Can't you see I'm working?" Ari asked, referring to Fern and myself.
"What?" E spun around and faced us. "Oh hey... So you're Ari's new victims, huh? I'm Eric Murphy, Vincent Chase's manager. My friends call me E."
"Hey, E, I'm Mia Rossi," I shook his hand. "And this is my manager Fernando."
"Shut up," Fern sighed, shaking E's hand as well.
"Nice to meet you," E smiled.
"Glad you're all acquainted. Now, E, get the fuck out. We need to talk still," Ari cut in.
"Alrighty. Why don't you show me around, E? I'm still sorta new here," I lied.
"New? You've lived here for almost 4 fucking years!" Fern exclaimed.
"Hey, Fernando. Shut up and get me a job. That's what I pay you for," I flicked his nose.
He glared at me. E smiled and led me out of Ari's office.
"Bye Lloyd," I waved.
"Bye Marietta," he smiled.
"Marietta?" E whispered.
"Shut up, it's Italian," I punched his arm.
"Italian? You're from Italy?"
"My parents are. I'm from Massachusetts," I shrugged.
"I'm from New York."
"I've heard of Vincent Chase. I'm not totally in the dark with latest Hollywood gossip. Some chicks at the coffee place I go to are always talking about him."
"Oh yeah? Anything about me?" E asked, still smiling.
"That you're his best friend and manager."
He nodded. "So what relation is Fern to you?"
"He's like a big brother. So are the other two guys I live with. They pretty much mooch off me."
"Sounds like Drama, Turtle and me with Vince."
"I'm better looking than Vince," I beamed.
"Well... I'll give you that."