"Make sure that I have full access to all areas of the arena, I don't want to have the slightest bit of trouble getting backstage.  No, not Claudia as well.  Yes…yes…all right."  Winston hung up the phone in his office and smiled to himself.  He didn't care what lengths he had to go to, he would have time with Corryn, even if it were only for a few minutes.

            Winston had been counting the days until the concert.  Corryn's album sales and airplay were higher than he ever imagined they would be.  He had discovered a true star.  Claudia had succeeded in making him miserable for the past seven months and she couldn't have been happier about it, though she didn't understand why he still wanted Corryn.  She couldn't grasp the fact that their relationship went far beyond things of a sexual nature.

            His thoughts were interrupted when Claudia stepped into his office.  "You know I'll be there too, Winston," she said, glaring at him.

            "I'm fully aware of that, Claudia.  God forbid you allow me a few moments of pleasure."

            "You know what's funny, Winston?"

            Rolling his eyes he replied, "I suppose you're going to inform me?"

            "What's funny is that you still think she'll want to see you.  She has success, fame, and thousands of men that would do anything for one night with her.  Don't think that a woman's feelings about men don't change."

            "You're getting her confused with you, Claudia.   She's not a whore, you are."

            Claudia laughed.  "Normally, I'd let that insult bother me, but I am so looking forward to the misery that you'll be going through in a couple of days that it's rolling right off my back."

            "Get out of my office," Winston said without a hint of any emotion in his voice.

            Claudia smiled.  "Even if by some chance she still wants you, you know you can't be with her…that makes this whole thing more fun for me…there's no way I can lose."  She left the room and Winston immediately poured himself a drink.