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Tension coils in my chest, but I shake my head. “Tomorrow.”
His jaw tightens, but he nods.
I clap him on the back before pushing off my chair. “I’ll see you in the ring.”
Cam lets out a low chuckle, looking down the hall. “You’re fucked, mate.”
Chapter 20
Afterglow
Raven
It's 5:35 A.M. Too early to function. Too late to force myself back to sleep.
With a sigh, I roll onto my back, already regretting my decision to work. I know I need to message… Jordan? No, maybe it was John?Shit.
Doesn't matter, whoever it is, I’m sure he’s expecting a reply.
I don't have an official title, but if I did I guess you could call it a marketing director. Translation, I’m really fucking good at having ideas.
It all started when my social media blew up, and suddenly, people wanted to hire me to teach them how to market their business. At first, it was fun getting creative, and watching people grow. Then it became a full-time job with all the stress and none of the freedom I used to love. So I sold it.
It was the best decision I ever made.
Now, I get to take on projects when I want to. On my own terms. Except for right now.
Which brings me to the pain in the ass currently filling my inbox.
The guy I'm meeting with… Josh? Jake?Shit. I really need to figure that out.
He’s under the impression that he’s interviewing me. I'm here on behalf of myboss,to see if they’d be interested in a partnership. Just from his emails, he’s already coming across as a little too pushy for my taste.
Hopefully, he’s less irritating in person.
My boss, Steven, wants me to meet with this guy, to see if he's a good fit. Unfortunately, he left the final call up to me.
“It’s your company anyway.” He said right before I got on the plane.
“If you keep saying shit like that, I’m going to help Ashley buy this company out from under you. It’s your company for a reason, quit trying to give it back. But yes, I'll help you.” —was my response back.
I groan, already annoyed that I volunteered for this. And honestly? I don't think we need this guy or his company at all, but it’s notmy company. This is about what's best for Steven.
Opening my inbox, I see three new messages fromMike.
Close enough.
The first email asks,again, which day we’re meeting. Even though I already told him two emails ago that I was free any of the next three days and asked him to pick one and let me know.
The second email repeats, word for word, what he wants to talk about during our meeting.Because saying it again is going to make me care more.
Then there's the third email. The third email is the real gem.
Apparently, he’snot thrilledabout beingleft in the dark.It's been more thanforty-eighthours since he’s heard from me and has kindly informed me that if I need to reschedule, I can do so through his secretary.
Oh, Mike.
Sweet, pushy, can’t-read-an-email Mike…
