Two days until the wedding

"Where's the coffee?" Frank gripes as he drops into a chair across the table.

A moment later, a hotel attendant wheels a cart into the room.

"We all know why you're here," Eddie says as Frank nods to the attendant, who fixes his drink. "Timothy and I are part of a consortium looking to purchase Wicked."

"We want to retain the existing slate of talent," I continue, shifting back in my seat to survey the table. "Including you."

In addition to Eddie and me, there's Frank and two other artists.

"And you elicit our support through threats and violence," Frank quips, stirring his coffee.

"That...