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I pull out my notepad and scribble the request down. “Okay. I’ll put together some ideas for that.”
Just as I finish making the note, the conference room door opens, and in walks Cameron and his lawyer, Tucker.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” Frankie greets them, a smile on her face. “How are we feeling?”
Cameron doesn’t even smile. “Alive.”
“Same,” Tucker comments, pulling out the chair beside me and plopping down. Cameron eyes him and then takes the seat on the other side. My eyes bounce between the two of them, and Cameron’s gaze shifts my way.
He gives me a crooked smile that makes my heart flutter.
Ugh, why does he have to be so handsome?
“You’ve done good work,” a deep voice says from beside me.
“Thank you,” I tell Tucker, noticing the way his gaze lingers a little longer than what would be considered normal.
“Okay, so,” Frankie interjects, letting out a breath. “Nila and I have talked this through and we’ve come up with a game plan.”
Cameron grunts, leaning his elbows against the table. “Oh boy. I can’t wait to hear this wonderful plan.”
“Do you ever stop complaining?” Frankie quips.
“No,” Tucker answers for him.
“Anyway,” I cut in, tapping my fingernails on the table. “Back to the plan.”
“Right.” Frankie laughs lightly. “Anyway, so I think the media has finally stopped talking about the fight. The narrative shifted much faster than I expected. That being said, we need to keep up the positive momentum.”
“What does that mean?” Cameron asks.
“It means that we’re going to keep posting on social media and I think the livestreams are a great component of that. That being said, Nila won’t be here much longer. She’s going to coach you on how to post and help me find a long-term social media manager for you. I don’t have anyone extra on my team to deal with that.”
“Why can’t she just do it?”
Cameron’s question takes me by surprise. I never would’ve expected him to want me to stay and handle his account. If anything, I figured that he’d be more than ready for me to leave.
“She’s out of our budget,” Frankie answers, “and she only takes on cases temporarily.”
“Okay. But why worry about social media at all if everything’s good?”
“Because it needs to remain good,” Frankie says. “We need to maintain your social media presence. It’s important.”
“To whom?” His question hits me like a ton of bricks, and I find myself zoning out as I begin to mull it over.
I understand maintaining his public image for the team’s sake, but beyond that ... why does social media matter?
By the time I tune back into the conversation, Frankie is finishing her spiel about Cameron losing his place on the team. I sigh, having already heard this the very first meeting, and if I’ve learned anything in the very short time I’ve been around Cameron, it’s that it doesn’t matter what you tell him. I’m certain he’s as stubborn as they come.
“Look, Frankie,” Tucker speaks up, his voice oozing with annoyance. “Obviously, Cameron is going to do whatever you need him to. He’s bound by contract. It’s that simple.”
Cameron grunts but doesn’t protest.
“Very well then,” Frankie mutters, giving the two of them an annoyed look. “I hope you don’t think we’re purposefully trying to torture you, Cam.”
“Right.” His gaze flicks to mine and I hold it, giving him a small smile.
His lips remain flatlined and he looks back at Frankie.
