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Chapter one

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Chapter three

Angela

My doorbell rings right as I'm sliding my tennis shoes on. Marshal is nothing if not a creature of habit. I open my front door and pull him in for a hug.

Marshal Elero's in his early 40s with thinning blonde hair and unnaturally light blue eyes. His middle and hips are thick from years of desk work, but he's got an amiable smile and is one of only two friends I have.

"Morning, beautiful," he says in greeting. Marshal's been my manager for three years now and we meet every other week to go over our goals and tasks together in person while we walk around my neighborhood. We talk daily over the phone and through email, but meeting in person leads to non-work-related conversations.

I close the door behind us with a grateful sigh. Mornings in late summer in Los Angeles are just the perfect combination of cool in the shade and warm in the sun. I wrap my sweatshirtaround my waist as we hit the hilly sidewalk in our normal circle. The hills do great things for my ass.

There's an envelope lying against the wall next to my front door, but I'll get that on my way back into the house after our walk.

"Let me be the first to congratulate you, Angela. We secured the Her Secret sponsorship!" Marshal declares enthusiastically. Heather O'Connor approached us about a month ago requesting a sponsorship deal with Her Secret, a woman-owned, woman-forward lingerie company. As an influencer with over a million followers, I'm contacted several times a day by companies seeking sponsorship or affiliate partnerships, but Heather's message stuck out to me.

She didn't design lingerie to appeal to a man. As a single mother of three who lost herself in motherhood, she began designing lingerie to reclaim her own femineity, her own womanhood. She designs lingerie for her and women like her, so they can go out into the world and kick ass and take names. Now that was a sponsorship I could get behind.

She also has hefty purse strings to back up her message and our sponsorship. I'm very excited about working with her.

I give a little squeal and bounce in place. Marshal chuckles at my childish response.

Marshal lost his mother unexpectedly shortly after he began working for me. My mother left when I was very young, so we bonded instantly over our similar mother-wounds.

What was a silly hobby in High School and college quickly took off and posting on social media became my career. However, having over a million followers meant thousands of comments, direct messages, sponsorship opportunities, negotiations, affiliate marketing, and emails a day, not to mention the curation of the photographs themselves and maintaining my physical image.

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