Just like her to cut straight to the point. “That’s not my problem. You can sleep with whomever you want.”
“Right. Well, I recall having to make out with you for every one of your launch concerts, which somewhat limits my little black book, considering no guy is willing to step on your toes. And let’s be honest, you’re easier than most men I sleep with. Might I remind you, we seem to work, Mr. Stonewood.”
I grunted because, normally, she was right. The woman had an uncanny knack for knowing how to do well in the PR industry, which included manipulating our relationship in the press just the way she wanted. It had always served in both of our favors, in more ways than one.
I just wasn’t so sure it would serve me well in the future.
“How are we trending? Is our launch date still looking good?”
“Of course.”
“Then that’s all I need from you now.” I hung up, not willing to discuss anything else with her, as we pulled up to see Frank.
Over the years, the jitteriness of facing him had subsided. It’ll make a damn man out of you walking into a prison and facing a monster. I used to hope I’d become like Jett or my dad, but they lacked one thing I learned by coming to visit Frank for all these years.
I learned that power doesn’t just come from doing everything right, from calculating and stepping in all the right directions.
Sometimes, power comes from fear. Facing the fear over and over again until you are manipulating it and breathing the fear onto everyone else. What most people couldn’t do though, was learn to calculate the fear and unleash it at just the right second.
The time drew near with him, it would be only a few more visits, then I’d never have to see him again.