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Ajax said, “Your new brother-in-law plays professional baseball, though.”
Huh? How did he bring up Georgie and Michael? I raised my eyebrow and said, “Yeah? What’s the point?”
Jasmine said, “So, it would be fun if you and I could go meet some baseball players. Like, the single kind.”
Ajax’s face went red as he said, “I meant maybe we can land his team’s account. I’d love to work for a baseball team, and get into sports advertising and negotiating celebrity endorsements.”
“Ajax, that’s not my specialty, but we can see—when you’re ready to take on your own clients, and do more market research.” He was clearly young still. I added, “And Jasmine, since we’re family, we’ll have to talk to Georgie and see if she can set you up with a ball player. Next time you see her, ask her yourself.”
My sister and her son were so happy these days. I’d not ask for favors for myself, but Jasmine could.
“You’re the best!” she said.
Ajax’s lips thinned.
I had zero time for whatever was going on between my assistants. I checked that the proposal was up to date and said, “Now we need to convince Jacob Donovan of that, so he knows our plan is his best shot to save his image, and his company.”
I read through my proposal. Mr. Ruthless destroyed companies for breakfast and his name was pretty generally hated, even in the billionaire crowd. He’d exploit weakness whenever it suited him. But then he’d been caught up in a sex scandal. He’d been at a party with a now-known sexual predator who trafficked women. The picture of him and the guy having drinks with scantily clad women around him made his investors flee.
The good thing was that he wasn’t actually involved in that case. The party was the first and only time they’d met. The picture had been damaging, but if Ruthless followed my plan, he’d be free of this scandal in no time.
He’d hire me and my team for this.
I was sure of myself. I could fix this disaster. I was good at my job.
Chapter 2
Jacob
My name is Jacob Donovan and I smirked at myself in the mirror as I combed my hair in the penthouse suite.
Today was step one toward winning. There was no way my father would ever succeed.
I’d win back my investors’ trust. I’d do anything to rip what he loved out of his arms, forever.
I’d taken the PR meeting as time to find the one I was looking for went down to the wire.
The picture of me had hit the news almost a month ago now. I’d lost investors just when I was on the verge of my biggest venture yet. I had zero time for the scandal that was slowly closing the avenue I needed to succeed. Unlike the guy in the photo with me, I wasn’t a sexual predator. And I’d show my investors even more than just PR to prove it. I’d show them I was stable.
Funny part was, I hadn’t expectedI. Steelto be the answer to both of my plans. And she had no idea who I was. Not yet.
I checked that my gray slacks were good and my white shirt properly stiff but loose at the same time.
I was done. It was time to go and make the deal that would secure everything I needed to succeed. Indigo Steel as my wife. A woman like her on my arm would convince my investors to back me in my quest.
No doubt about it. My father was done. He just didn’t know it. But soon he would.
He had likely set up that photo problem just to throw my investors for a loop.
My footsteps rang through the lobby. My corporate team, Frank and Russ, met me by the elevators for the meeting. Neither of them knew my true plans with the public relations specialist.
They didn’t need to. We went up to the conference room and I saw her, with the same black business suit with green trim, and her hair—brown with blonde streaks—in a tight bun.
Until her, I hadn’t known buns could be a turn-on. Well, except for a movie character who wore two of them when I’d been a boy. Now that I put it together, Indigo did have a bit of the space princess in her face.
Russ opened the door for me and her eyes widened as they met mine. I nodded and said, “Indigo.”
She blinked a few times, and her face turned red as she said, “Jacob, what are you doing here?” She stood from her chair like she’d show me out the door as she said, “You can’t be here. I’m waiting for my client.”
