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I couldn’t believe the way he’d talked to me like he had a right to. If he thought I was going to forget everything he’d put me through, then he had another thing coming.
He was a job.
He was just another client.
Nothing more, nothing less.
I’d earned a shot at that partnership at High Society, I deserved it, and I’d be damned if he was going to mess it up for me.
By the time I stepped into my hotel room I was beyond exhausted, having back-to-back meetings here in Miami with other clients after what could only be identified as a power struggle between client and publicist.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t experienced this before. Sometimes influential men had to be knocked down a few notches. Their egos were as big as their bank accounts.
Mr. Locke wasn’t any different.
I could handle him.
I was a professional.
I wouldn’t let him get to me—not his words, not his devastatingly handsome good looks, not even the bullshit I was aware he was going to fight me on simply to stay in control. He’d always had an issue with authority, especially when it came down to telling him what he could and couldn’t do. I definitely had my work cut out for me.
“Hmm…” I groaned, sinking into the hot bubble bath of my suite.
This was how I usually ended most of my days. It didn’t matter where I was.
Part of my job required a ton of travel, particularly press tours. We were always flying from New York to LA, anywhere really. For the next week, my ass was stuck beside Locke’s. Where he went, I went. Submerging myself into his life was the only way I was going to guarantee he didn’t fuck this up.
For the both of us.
He was already proving to be everything the media had made him out to be. I had seven days to change him into the man I used to know.
Before he’d broken my heart.
I could do this.
“You can do anything,” I reassured myself, sinking further into the jacuzzi tub made for several people while sipping the wine I had delivered from room service.
Out of nowhere, the hotel phone rang, and I answered from the tub. “This is Autumn.”
“How did it go with our Alpha CEO?” my boss inquired, catching me off guard.
I replied, “It went great,” with my voice steady and calm.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“He agreed to your week-long press tour?”
“Not in so many words, but we’re getting there.”
“You’re getting there? His first editorial interview with The New York Times is tomorrow afternoon, Autumn.”
“He will be there.” Even if I have to drag him by his balls.
“Has he signed your contract?”
“Laurel, I know what I’m doing.”
