Page 12 of Between Love & Ruin

I had this thought in mind the moment I got engrossed in Ms. Hayes’ writing, but I needed to give more thought to it. Turns out I am just going to go with the flow with this.

Listen to my intuition as always.

“What does that have to do with this book?”

“We are going to get movie rights for this book. It will be our first launch, and it will be a big hit, a blockbuster. Get in touch with the publisher.”

“How do you know that?”

“Know what?”

“That it will be a blockbuster.”

I tilt my head, thinking over my answer. She isn’t wrong to ask me that because even when my intuition tells me something, I come up with reasoning behind why it would be good to go ahead with it. My grandfather used to say that’s how you do business, and I can say I have done well.

But this time, I don’t have reasoning to give.

Just my intuition.

“My intuition says it will be, and I don’t doubt it.”

I just pray that it does.

* * *

“So?”

“So what?” Myra asks me as we sit down for the meeting with the legal team and finance team of the company.

Honestly, these small things are being blown out of proportion. It isn’t even that big of a deal.

“Did you tell them everything before calling this meeting? You know I have a gazillion things to work on, right?”

I am just being a dick to her for the fun of it because she has been giving me the stinky eye since the video went viral, which I don’t know why it keeps getting more views and likes with each passing hour.

I mean, I know I am gorgeous, but don’t boost my ego so much now.

“Yes,” she says in a clipped tone, and I really have to grit my teeth to not unleash my boss side on her. I give her leeway because of her age and the fact that I’ve mentored her since she was nineteen, but boundaries are boundaries.

“At this point everyone knows everything, and we are here to clean up the mess.”

“Well, that’s what you all get paid for, don’t you?”

She narrows her eyes at me, and I hold back from doing the same.

“Sir,” the head of the legal team, whose name I can’t remember, speaks up, stopping this from breaking out into a heated argument. “We know it may not look like a big deal right now, but since we have a clause in the company, it most certainly is. Considering the fact that this continues blowing up.”

“Well, I can’t help if people notice every little thing I do.”

“You’re a public figure—more like a celebrity at this point,” Myra interjects. “Everything you do gets scrutinized to the T.”

“Tone it down,” I warn. “I know who I am.”

She shifts in her seat, trying not to argue further with me on this.

The head speaks up again. “We are just here to hear out how you would like to go about this. We could ignore this and pretend this never happened or compensate in a way.”

I tilt my head in Myra’s direction, who sits with her arms crossed and her jaw clenched tight.