Page 69 of Rogue Royal
Would Douglas behave for the new social media manager as he would for Mav? He smiled. He doubted it, but Mav could meet them and train them enough to know what Douglas was like.
Randall scribbled on a piece of paper and handed it to Mav. “Contact her. See what she says.”
“I will. Thanks, Randall.”
“You’re welcome. Come and see me if you need anything.”
Mav stood and shook hands with him before leaving. He was just as confused by the time he reached his car, but he brushed it aside. Instead, he focused on what he’d experienced the previous night. He’d been overwhelmed by the feelings and sensations bombarding him, but he’d loved every minute. He had never imagined something seemingly so simple as covering his eyes or stopping his hearing would make things as intense as they did. He couldn’t wait to try again.
When he reached home, he made a cup of tea and settled on the sofa to call the number Randall had given him.
“Winter Johnson.”
“Good afternoon. My name is Maverick Houghton. I—”
“Maverick! I’m so glad to hear from you. Randall wasn’t sure if you would call, but I hoped you would.”
Mav’s eyes widened at the exuberant greeting. “Um, hi?”
“Randall told me you no longer work for that asshole, Bert.”
“That’s right, yeah.”
“Splendid news!”
“Um, is it?”
A light tinkle of laughter sounded down the line. “Of course! It means you can branch out, Maverick. A little bird told me you want to open your own business, right?”
Who had been talking to her? As far as he knew, Randall didn’t know his plans for the future. “Yes, it has been a plan for a while.”
“Wonderful. I can help if you’ll allow me.”
Mav sighed. “I…I’m a little overwhelmed, in all honesty, Winter. What’s going on here?”
The laughter returned. “Sorry. I’m so excited for you. I’ve been following your career, and what you’ve done for the royal family has been beyond anything anyone expected. You might not see it, but they have responded to you better than anyone else.”
“I don’t…” He tugged at his hair.
“It’s a lot, I know. All you need to decide at the moment is if you want to have your own business and if you want my help. That’s it.”
How could he say no to someone helping him through the densely populated forest of social media management? “Yes, and yes.”
“Wonderful! For the moment, continue as you are. The royal family has not told you to stop working for them, have they?”
“No, not yet.”
“Carry on what you’re doing then. Act as if nothing has changed.”
“Why?” Mav’s mind was at maximum capacity.
“Because if the royal family can see you doing your job though you don’thaveto do it, they will see how much better a person you are than they may have originally thought.”
“Okay?”
He knew it sounded like a question, but she bid goodbye, and he let his hand drop to his lap. His tea was getting cold, but he couldn’t make himself move. What the hell was going on?
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