Chapter 17

There were many ways this could go.

I could stand in compliance as he yells his heart out to me, for no reason, like I've done before.

Or, I could stand up to him, questioning his authority in front of all of his employees.

Either way, I was in for a lecture about my senseless actions. Sure, a publicist is supposed to speak for their clients, but not without speaking with them first.

When he finally was face to face with me, I took a deep breath, forgetting to breathe out from my anxiety. He opened his mouth, and at that moment I was ready to receive any scolding I was in for.

"Is Yolanda in her office?" He asked flatly.

What?