Page 42 of Wild Love
I regret thinkingit was a good idea to work directly across from Rosie all day. Keeping my eyes off of her is torture. Every sigh she lets out—and there are a lot of them today—draws my gaze.
But she never looks back, her focus entirely on the laptop before her. It’s not even natural. I know she’s refusing to look at me. And the only things she’s said to me were work related. She hasn’t mocked me once.
So, I guess that’s why we start emailing, even though we’re both stuck here, facing each other.
Good morning, Mr. Grant,
I’m creating a budget for the renovation. How much do you have slated?
Please advise.
All my best,
Rosalie Belmont
Business Manager at Rose Hill Records
Hi, Rosalie,
Whatever it takes.
Ford Grant
CEO and Producer at Rose Hill Records
Mr. Grant,
I need numbers if I’m going to make you a budget.
And you need to add a closing greeting to your email signature. Otherwise, people will know you’re a total dick.
All my best,
Rosalie Belmont
Business Manager to His Royal Dickness at Rose HillRecords
Hi, Rosalie,
I don’t especially care if random people think I’m a dick.
Numbers are attached here.
Have a happy day!
His Royal Dickness
CEO and Producer at Rose Hill Records
I hear a light chuckle when that one lands in her inbox.
Then we work in silence. She hums now and then, and I chew on my pen as I try to schedule sound engineers around a constantly moving timeline. I field an inquiry from a record label on the album I did with Ivory Castle. I scroll through more and more inquiries from interested artists as news of the new company spreads. A country starlet with a PR problem catches my attention. I’ve seen Skylar Stone in the news—everyone has. But that one email piques my attention all the same.
I’ve got a thing for rescues.
My pulse ratchets up when I see another email come in from Rosie.
Good afternoon, Dark Lord,
