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Publicist must be present during travel, car rides, and flights from one press juncture to the next. She also agrees to be present for all the itineraries she has scheduled for the client.
Do you honestly think I trust you to say the right things? I have to be there just to cover your ass and make sure I can do damage control when you fuck it up.
I smiled—she knew me well.
The next clauses weren’t anything of importance, at least not to me. The ones I wanted her to approve, she did.
Closing the contract, I hit the intercom on my phone.
“Yes, Mr. Locke?”
“Erin, come to my office.”
Moments later, she walked in, and I handed her the contract.
“Have HR re-draft this immediately and return it to me once it’s finalized.”
“Yes, Mr. Locke.” She nodded and left.
It didn’t take long for her to reappear with our new contract, and we both signed.
Except Autumn didn’t realize she’d just signed…
Her future with me.
Chapter Seven
—Autumn—
We walked into the building where The New York Times interview was being held.
Julian strode in like he owned the damn place, each stride more commanding than the last. With the confidence he exuded from head to toe, no one would assume this was his first official interview.
The man had a way about him. He never wore his emotions on his sleeve, and I wish I could tell you this was something he’d developed after he’d left me, but it wasn’t.
He always had the ability to hold everything in. No one saw what he didn’t want them to see, and the only times I ever did were the moments he’d let me in.
When I was a little girl, I thought I had the power to read him through his bright, blue eyes. But as I got older, he realized what I could see in his gaze, and that was when he stopped showing me his emotions. Somewhere along the way he deemed me unworthy to know what he was feeling, and it not only crushed my heart, but it destroyed my soul.
Keeping up with his stride, I matched his calm demeanor, fully aware of what we were about to encounter. I was beyond thankful I’d once dated the columnist who was conducting Julian’s interview. I met him in graduate school. At the time, he was just starting at a lucrative magazine.
Now, he was what dreams were made of, being able to make or break anyone’s career with the influence he held as the top journalist in the industry.
“You ready?” I questioned, holding onto the door.
“I’m always ready.” He walked inside, and to his back, I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, kid.”
What the hell? How does he keep doing that?
“Cherry!” Charles greeted, bringing my attention over to him.
The last time I’d seen him was a little over a year ago. He’d interviewed one of my other clients.
“Charlie.” I smiled, walking into his arms. “How are you?”
“I’m better now that I’m seeing your gorgeous face.”
