Chapter 14
Calvin
“Georgia, I’m begging you to reconsider.” I paced the CEO’s office. “You haven’t even looked at her portfolio.” I’d wear a rut in her carpet if I had to, but I was going to make her listen to me about Amanda.
“Nope, Calvin. Don’t even show me. She’s been too valuable in formatting and layout. I wouldn’t remove my best worker from that key sector of SolutionX, no matter how good her art skills. However, I must admit, the point is moot now.”
“Moot?”
She hadn’t heard me. “But even if not, I wouldn’t be interested in rocking the boat because you took a long vacation with this woman and fell under her spell.”
I stopped short. That was exactly what had happened to me in New Zealand with her. I’d fallen completely under her spell. “At least glance at her Amzaz concepts.”
“Calvin, you know I love you.” Georgia sounded like I was wearing her down. Or out. “At the risk of breaking confidentiality here, Amanda Starkey will soon no longer be employed by SolutionX. She gave notice.”
My head spun around sixty times like I’d been possessed. “She what?” My voice sounded like I’d drunk a cup of sand. So that was what she’d meant by moot.
“As much as I’d appreciate ideas to take to the pitch meeting with Amzaz, we don’t contract with solo artists.”
“Pitch meeting? I thought hooking Amzaz was a done deal.”
“We are negotiating.” Georgia’s face closed. It was time for me to leave.
I trudged out of her office and down the hallway of SolutionX’s new building. I passed the fully operational elevator and pushed open the door to the stairwell.
“Mr. Turner?” one of the women I’d taken to dinner once called. “Are you okay?”
No. I wasn’t okay. I might never be okay.
I’d lost the girl who I’d lost my heart to.
Was there any way to get her back?
Sixth floor, fifth floor, fourth floor. My brain ran on a hamster wheel. Aw, which only made me think of the human hamster sphere I’d spent time in with Amanda. Amanda and her ridiculous elf crown that had popped the inflate-a-ball. She’d looked beyond gorgeous in that dress, like a queen. She deserved a king.
Was there any way to convince her I could be one—for her?