I stareat the text for what must be the twentieth time and rub my fingers into my temple.
Damon Everette: Better hurry and get a press conference planned.
I groan, my head feeling fuzzy. He bought a freaking airline. An airline! When I said I didn’t have work, I didn’t think he’d actually go out and do something crazy. Because this is definitely next-level insane. He probably had this purchase set up in advance because there is no world he went through all of that just to get me to hang out with him. Right? Right?
If I wanted more work, I definitely succeeded. I’m now down to three days to get this planned.
Of course, the rich don’t just put an announcement in the papers like normal people. Nooo…they put on a six-course meal with all of their billionaire buddies. That way, they can all join hands and congratulate themselves on their success.
I pull open my contacts list and start sending off emails. At least the Everettes owned several buildings nice enough to pull this off. It would be impossible to book something like that with such short notice. I put in a favor with one of my best event planners and pray it all turns out.
Me: You don’t acquire new companies often enough to keep me busy.
Damon:You’d be surprised what I would do to keep you with me.
Tingles roll down my neck, raising goose bumps along their path. I have no idea what to say to that.