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Elaine listened, her brow furrowed. When I finished, she let out a long breath. “Hunter, you know I’ve been around the block a few times, and I’ve seen my fair share of crises. But this… this is a different beast.”
I leaned forward, eager for her insight. “What do you suggest? You’ve always had a way of spinning things in our favor. You have to have something…”
She shook her head, a wry smile touching her lips. “Be thankful I’m around, but this time, I’m not your solution. You need a fresh face for this, someone young, someone who can connect with the public and the media in a way I can’t. The narrative needs to be about moving forward and not looking back. My being the spokesperson won’t deliver that message effectively, not anymore.”
I paused, considering her words. She hadn’t steered me in the wrong direction before, but this felt a little out of my element. That being said, I trusted her.
“You really think a new, younger PR face is the answer?”
Elaine nodded. “Absolutely. It’s time for a change in strategy. The public loves a redemption story, a tale of turning over a new leaf. You need someone who can embody that narrative.”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Alright, I trust your judgment. Find me someone who fits that bill.”
Elaine stood up, her demeanor all business. “I’ll start looking for the right person. In the meantime, keep a low profile. Let me handle the media for now. We’ll turn this around, Hunter, but it’s going to be a team effort.”
She was right; sometimes the best way to face a crisis was to embrace change head-on. It was time to find someone who could represent the new face of my company, someone who could help us navigate through this shitstorm.
“I’ll hire whatever name you suggest,” I replied.
“It’s more like which PR firm will be willing to work with you.”
“That bad?” I cringed.
“Yes, Hunter, this is that bad,” she responded firmly. “Your uncle’s mess has spilled over, and now it’s tarnishing your reputation by association. We need a firm that’s not just capable, but also willing to take on a challenge of this magnitude.”
I nodded slowly, digesting her words.
“Just get me a name,” I said softly.
“Don’t worry, I will,” she offered with a grim smile.
CHAPTER 3
Morgan
I was in way over my head.
I already felt ridiculous. Zara had insisted that I wear my best set of lingerie, a matching black bra and panty set that was partially see through in places. I felt scandalous and I hadn’t even gotten fully dressed yet.
I didn’t understand why. Something about being a power bitch, but I simply felt like a little slut going to a business meeting with this underneath my clothes.
“Morgan, you need to look absolutely stunning,” Zara asserted, holding up a sleek, form-fitting outfit. “This isn’t just any client meeting. Who knows, you might be walking into your very own Mr. Grey scenario.”
She waggled her eyebrows again, and I couldn’t help but blush and roll my eyes.
“Zara, this is a professional interview, not some ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ fantasy. I seriously doubt my new client will bear any resemblance to Christian Grey, even though it would be nice…”
“Oh, come on,” Zara teased, her eyes twinkling. “Rich, mysterious client, high-pressure business setting—it’s like the perfect backdrop for a billionaire office romance.”
As I took the dress from her—a deep navy number that was bound to accentuate my every curve—I had to admit, it was a bit more daring than my usual style. But Zara had a knack for pushing me out of my comfort zone, and perhaps today of all days, that wasn’t such a bad thing. With an important client on the horizon, maybe a dash of Zara’s bold confidence was exactly what I needed.
I slipped into the dress despite every alarm bell in my head telling me not to.
Get out of your comfort zone, Morgan… Live a little. You can do this!
“You really think I should wear this?” I murmured, glancing down at the skirt and fingering the bottom hem, my indecision probably written all over my face.
“Yeah, you beautiful bitch. You look fucking amazing. You’ll definitely look the part for Mr. Bend-Me-Over-the-Desk-Right-Now,” she winked, and I couldn’t stop myself from gasping out loud, her forwardness catching me by surprise once again.
