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my office.
    â€œAnd?” I ask.
    â€œThey want to see the campaign you pitched through to fruition and then they’ll decide. We’ll go back in next Monday with everything we’ve got,” Audrey says.
    â€œSo, it’s a maybe,” I say.
    â€œBut this is good, right?” Sasha asks, looking from Audrey to me, then back to Audrey. Who doesn’t even look at her.
    â€œIt’s definitely better than a full pass,” I say. Sasha looks back over at me. I struggle out a smile for her and she nods, almost agreeing with herself that this is good news.
    â€œDefinitely,” Sasha says.
    â€œWe’ll send the two of you down to that RomanceCon thing. They’re sending Preeti, Pretty Somebody, as well,” Audrey says.
    â€œPreeti Dayal; she’s in charge of the campaign,” Sasha says. I shoot her a look. The less information Audrey has the better, young Jedi.
    â€œOh, really? Well, that’s a good sign,” Audrey says.
    â€œYou’ll judge the pageant and see if you can get as close to this Brubaker woman as you can. If she signs off on the campaign? It’s a lock for us,” Audrey says.
    â€œJudge the pageant?” Sasha asks.
    â€œIt’s basically casting, so yeah. I’m sure Ginny Barton will be amenable,” I say, hoping beyond hope that that’s actually true. Sasha nods.
    â€œThe business office has your travel arrangements,” Audrey says, checking her phone. I nod. Audrey waits.
    â€œThank you so much,” I say.
    â€œDad was really interested in this when I spoke to him earlier,” Audrey says.
    â€œThat’s nice to hear,” I say.
    â€œI didn’t know that Lumineux was connected with Quincy Pharmaceuticals,” she says.
    â€œIs it?” I ask.
    â€œHm,” Audrey says. She taps the side of my doorjamb a couple of times and heads back down the hall. Ugh.
    â€œClose the door,” I say to Sasha.
    â€œI hate that she always forgets my name,” Sasha says.
    â€œOh, she remembers your name,” I say.
    â€œWhat? Well, why—”
    â€œIt makes you feel forgettable. It’s a power move,” I say absently.
    â€œThat’s terrible,” she says.
    â€œIt is, isn’t it,” I say.
    â€œWhat are you . . . shouldn’t we be happy? This is good news, right?” Sasha asks.
    â€œI don’t trust her.”
    â€œWho . . . Audrey?”
    â€œThe whole ‘we’ thing and ‘us’ and that last little bit about her dad being into this campaign?” I say.
    â€œHim being interested isn’t a good thing?”
    â€œIt is if she gave us credit for it, which I will bet my entire year’s salary that she did not,” I say.
    â€œWhy would she do that?” Sasha asks.
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œWhy would Audrey take credit for an account that could land this agency one of the largest corporations in the world on the eve of her creepy, sexual harassing little half-brother getting control of the company?”
    â€œOh . . . now I get it.”
    â€œBloody Mary indeed.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œNothing.”
    â€œSo what do we do?” Sasha asks.
    â€œWe go to RomanceCon and we make ourselves indispensable to the client.”
    â€œMake sure they won’t forget our names,” Sasha says.
    â€œExactly. So that in the end, it won’t matter what Audrey or Charlton want. It’s what Preeti Dayal and Lumineux wants. And we have less than a week in Phoenix to make Preeti Dayal want no one but us,” I say, thankful that in calming Sasha down I’m also calming myself. Having to be positive for her has kept me from spiraling. That and the pure panic and exhaustion ofthe last thirty-six hours. Fingers crossed I don’t have a moment’s peace in the coming days.
    â€œOkay. This is good. We can do this,” Sasha says, standing and gathering her things.
    â€œDefinitely. Definitely.