Jeff threw up his hands. “All of you are ganging up on me. I’m the reason this label even exists.” “And I’m the one who made Forty under 40 last year,” I said. “I’m the one who picks out our artists. My vision is what made this company. Tommy works his ass off, just like everyone else at this table. Everyone except for you. So I’m going to bring in our client, and you’re going to sit there and do your goddamn job, or you’re going to leave. Do you understand me?”
