Scott is sat in his office typing away on his laptop and occasionally looking through a spreadsheet on his wall, telling him his schedule. In the corner of his office, Bailey, his baby daughter is laying in a crib sleeping, while Sophie, the elder of the two Rose-Hilton children, crawls around the floor in a playpen shouting and laughing and playing with a rattle. Scott smiles and goes over to check on them. He looks down at Sophie and smiles as she holds the rattle out to him. He rubs her hair gently. "It's alright Soph, you keep that."
As he's walking back to his desk, Scott's buzzer rings, and he goes to his desk, pressing the intercom.
"Damion Holmes to see you, sir?"
Scott nods. "Tell him to come right through."

Scott walks behind his desk before Damion comes in and puts his suit jacket back on. He takes a seat back behind his desk in his fancy chair, waiting for the door to open. Some nights beforem the two had had a Twitter spat, and Scott was not impressed.
When the door opened, his eyes followed Damion across the room, and he watched as he sat down, shaking his hand. "Mr Holmes," he said coldly.

Scott narrows his eyes and looks across at Damion as he makes sarcastic comments about his office and his kids. "Got a problem with my kids, Holmes?" he asks, staring at him.

Scott stares at him for a minute and nods his head. "Very well." He opens the fridge below his desk and takes out a bottle of water, placing it on the desk in front of Damion. "So. Why are you here then? What do you want?"

Scott doesn't look down as Damion produces the papers from his briefcase, and he barely hears what he says to him, besides that he lied about the begging. Scott nods and shifts himself in his seat. "Yes, alright. I said that you begged when you didn't. Fair play. But you know what? You were being a dick, slating all label owners basically. And I have a think about all the label owners, and it seems to me I was one of the ones you were having a go at." He still doesn't look at the contract. "Very rude," he says again.

Scott shakes his head a little. "Once again, I never said that I was better than you. I said my wife was." He sighs and lifts his pen, and goes to sign it, just when Sophie shouts to him. He looks over to see she has pulled herself up and is waving at him. He chuckles and waves. "Hi Soph" He shouts.

Scott looks back. "Yeah, thanks. They are beautiful." He smiles at Sophie. "You waving to the man from TV Soph?" He says. She laughs and waves again. Scott turns back to Damion. "Sure. I mean I'll sign. At the end of the day, money is money. Always happy to do stuff to get more money." He signs the contract. "I guess I may have interacted on Twitter."

Scott nods slowly and shakes Damions hand. "Sure, to find the next star. I mean, my wage is still a big consideration to me, no matter what the job is. I mean I'm sure a guy in business like you can appreciate that right?" He takes a whisky bottle and two glasses from the fridge.
"No hard feelings." He says.

Scott pours whisky into both glasses and hands one to Damion. "I guess this is one of the perks of being the boss huh? You can drink at work .even if she's over there in the corner judging me. Knowing my luck shell learn how to talk and tell her mother."

Scott chuckles. "Yeah then I'll get an earful and asked why I was drinking when the girls were around." He laughs. "I'm an escapology expert though man. It seems these days that when the wife gets mad all I need to do is slip her some cock and its sorted. I'm glad I have that magic bargaining tool. " he laughs again. "Oh yeah I know you're a boss. You should try drinking at work. Its ace."
"Oh you do? And what's that?"