31. Chapter 31
Leo
My two omegas, and the two other alphas I now considered as close as family, were finally getting some relaxation at the onsite spa.
We’d discussed last night what to do now that we were sure that one of the omegas from the influencer team had snuck into our suite and messed with the suppressants.
Jace and Rys were ready to tear the place down brick by brick, but I told them to let me handle it.
I knew how to negotiate, despite my easygoing demeanor.
So today, while everyone was getting some much needed rest, I was in a meeting with the network owner as well as the show creators.
My agent had flown in for support. The execs looked at me like I was just a jock in a tight shirt.
I knew how I appeared, with my broad shoulders and easy nature.
They thought I was probably only good for flexing on camera and carrying omegas around like props.
I let them think that for a moment, standing casually in the producers’ glass-walled meeting room while they stumbled through excuses.
“She’s a major influencer,” the lead producer finally said, hands raised like he had no say in the matter. “She has three brand deals tied directly to our top sponsors. If we kick her off now, we risk breach of contract and bad press - ”
I smiled.
“Awe,” I said, slow and casual. “But you forget something important. I have equity in the Apex Sports Network . The same network your two largest sponsors rely on for ad buys and media coverage. I can make one call, and suddenly your ‘influencer’ won’t have a campaign left to pose for.”
Their faces paled as the room went silent. One exec tried to fumble out a response, but my agent stepped forward and dropped the final blow like a guillotine.
“And let’s not forget Leo's upcoming campaign with Valhalla Gear,” she said smoothly.
“They’ve already made it clear to us that they won’t work with anyone, or run ads on a network that allows frivolous tampering of an omega's hormones. So either she goes… or Leo goes. And rest assured, we will take your sponsors with us.”
Silence filled the room once more. The only noise was the click of the pen of a nervous producer. Then a quiet, “We’ll handle it.”
I stood, smoothing my jacket. “Glad we understand each other. I trust you’ll have the perpetrator off the set by the time my team is done with their spa treatments.”
One producer nodded, gulping as my agent and I walked out. I felt the warmth of satisfaction in my chest. It wasn’t often that I had to throw my weight around now that I was off field, but when I did, I made it count.
Now, it was time to make sure my team was well taken care of.