Page 156 of Torrid Passion
CHAPTER 27
Lochlan
Well, that was painful.
Rod and I have had our heads wrapped in legalese since seven o’clock this morning. After a two-hour meeting with the legal team, we had a mountain of paperwork to deal with. I can handle it to a certain extent since it’s part of the reality of owning a business. Rod, on the other hand, checks out when he’s had his fill. Since his threshold is very low, he doesn’t have much patience for this stuff. However, today he didn’t have a choice. More and more of Holt Christensen’s UK-based singers signed on his label are crossing over. We were hired to create the videos that will launch their careers in the US. To add to the complexity, Dominika’s—Rod’s best friend—production company is also part of the mix. She’s one of the best video directors-slash-editors in the business. We intend on using her company for this. Translation, we had a shit ton of legal paper to swim through.
That little hotter-than-hell divergence with Kyla was the only bright light in an otherwise stodgy workday.
I’m so going to enjoy rewarding her tonight.
I’m about to reenter my office after dropping off the contracts I signed when my phone chimes. I chuckle when I see the name on the screen.
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Hey, you!
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Hey, sis!
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Are you in the middle of something?
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Just finished a morning marathon of contracts and other boring legal stuff.
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Are you free now?
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Yeah. Wanna talk?
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Video chat on WhatsApp?
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Sure.
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Cool! Calling now.
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“Hey, Mr. Exec!” Harlow says, her eyes shimmering bright with cockiness.
We both have hazel eyes. Mine are more brown––like Dad’s. Hers are green. When she’s excited––like she is right now––the green stands out like gems.
“Hey, baby sis!” I say taking a seat behind my desk. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”
“It’s only a quarter past eleven, Paris time. You know I’m a night owl. I’ll be up for a while.”
