Page 143 of No Holds Barred

“Ah.” Logan shoved his hands into his pockets and rolled up on his toes.

Angelica stood up and came around the desk. She wasn’t going to get anything else done tonight anyway. Her neck ached from being bent over, and whatever capacity her brain had to function was quickly flying out the window.

“And I’ve been trying to convince a doctor to let me out of this boot early.”

“How’s that going?” Logan had a half smile on his lips as if he already knew the answer.

“Not well,” Angelica said with a sigh. “What can I do for you?”

Logan hummed and nodded toward the chairs near the window. “Let’s sit down.”

“That means bad news.” Angelica hesitated before she followed him.

“Does it?” Logan teased.

Settling onto the chair, Angelica tried to relax as best as she could. She’d tried to stay out of the personnel issues as much as possible. She was too tangled with everything going on to reasonably state her opinion on the matter. And she’d needed the rest of production to have a clear head when they made final decisions.

“First, you should know that we fired Josef.” Logan’s voice was loud and clear.

Goosebumps immediately prickled up on Angelica’s arms and legs. She eyed Logan curiously, not quite believing that they’d actually done that, that someone had taken a step that should have been handled years ago.

“What was the final straw?” Angelica asked, her voice gravely with unrealized emotion.

“There wasn’t any one thing.” Logan crossed an ankle over his knee. “That was part of the issue. It was a combination of continued problems that kept mounting until we finally had to take severe action. I’ll warn you that he’s not very pleased with you at the moment.”

“No, I didn’t expect he would be.” Angelica smoothed her hands over her thighs. She’d dealt with men like Josef before, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t something wild about his behavior lately that also put her back up.

“I need to know if he continues to harass you. And I need you to take appropriate action if he does.”

“You mean legal?” Angelica slowly looked at him, blinking as if she wasn’t hearing Logan properly.

“I can’t give you that advice, you know that.” His cheeks were pale though, and he was nodding—whether he meant to or not. Legal action was exactly what he’d meant, and he didn’t mean it within the production or the network. He meant beyond that.

Angelica’s heart fluttered, her stomach twisting. Did they honestly think that it would continue to get worse? She would have to prepare better going forward. Angelica nodded at him, pressing her lips together and saying nothing. This was something she likely would have to take up on her own, without support from production. They would eliminate as much drama as possible, which made sense. She would do the same for any one of the hotels that she ran.

“But I do have some good news,” Logan said, smiling. “The show was renewed for three seasons.”

“Three?” Angelica’s eyebrows rose sharply.

Logan nodded, a cheeky grin on his lips. “I just got the official notice an hour ago and I needed to tell you in person.”

“That’s wonderful news.” Angelica’s stomach tightened again because he hadn’t said anything about her being a part of the upcoming seasons yet. And with everything she’d confessed to him before, she wouldn’t be surprised if he left her out of it.

“It really is.” He chuckled and slapped his knee lightly. “I was hoping for at least one or two, but to get the go-ahead for three is amazing. And they want to expand it, so we’ll shoot more episodes per season, twice the amount for season four and if that is received well, we’ll triple it for season five.”

“Twice the amount?” Angelica could barely register what she was hearing. That would mean at least twice as long on the road, or they’d have to shoot everything in two parts, which might beher preference, honestly. A nice long break in the middle would suit the entire crew well so they could spend time with family before doing another intense tour of the country.

“Yes.” Logan looked at her curiously. “I have a contract for you.”

“What?” Angelica stilled. She hadn’t been expecting that shift.

“For three seasons.”

“I…” Angelica trailed off, the words dying on her tongue.

“I want you to read it over carefully before you sign it. I’ll email it to you in the morning. Just sit with the news tonight.” Logan reached forward and touched her arm lightly before pulling back. “Production doesn’t want to lose you.”

“I didn’t think…” Angelica paused. “Three seasons?”