and Frank’s career never went anywhere. Still, my father read it as a sign that I would take over his business—when he was gone.
“You should come and work here full-time. You’ll learn everything and then one day take over the business . . .”
“I’m not sure that I want to just be a literary agent,” I said. “I have other things I’m interested in.”
I liked the tradition of the agency, but I didn’t necessarily feel it was my calling. My wholesale boating books and remainder businesses were going well, and my latest success subletting half my office space made real estate an intriguing area of steady and easy profits that I wanted to explore. It would have been nice to be a part of the agency, only not all the time.
“But I think I could build up the agency,” I added. “I could bring in other people to work here so that you could find more clients and possibly—”
“You can’t bring in other people,” my father interrupted, waving me off like I was a bothersome kid. “A literary agency is a personal service business. You could do it because you’re my son. But other people? No. That will never work. It’s just not possible.”
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