Billion Dollar Promises

she stood in the elevator of Carringto

arrington Industries. This way." Savannah nodded, feeling tensed, and followed Claire down to a conference room.Th

ddling with his phone. "This is Marcus Tate, our CFO, and Ethan," Claire said, nodding towards each of them. Marcus gave a brief nod, his eye

issue for you, obviously, but also for Mr. Carrington. The media is running wild with this s

e saying more than words ever could. "I didn't wa

et, here we are. Your little stunt knocke

to stop a drunk from ruining the event. May

t fingers. We're here to fix this. The media loves a story, and ri

it how?"

r slightly messy, his blue eyes locking on Savannah with intensity. Her breath caught. He

low, almost amused. "I didn't e

m didn't exactly give me a lot of options," she s

it. That photo's a problem for both of us. My board's breathing d

able. "We have a proposal. A way

h the folder. "What

me. Six months of public appearances and a few staged photos. We sell a love story,

laugh dying on her lips

I'm joking?" he

re an actress, a model or an influencer. You've got all the

in that photo and they've already started the rumo

's expression softened slightly. "You handled Devon pre

haking her head. "I'm not some ac

but impatient. "This is a partnership. You help us, and we help

g. "There's gotta be a catch, right?" she said, her vo

f he were holding something back. "You play the part, smile for

p. "My name's being dragged through the mud because of this. M

ink I wanted this? My company's under attack, and tha

se me. Your company has a history of screwi

roze mid-note. Jaxson's gaze hardened, but he didn't look away.

on your chessboard," she said, her voice firming

son said, with a smile creeping back onto hi

can handle it fast.

e cleared her throat. "We'll draft a contract. Public appearances, media training, a few e

t of Marissa's text, the gallery's email, her empt

e'll position you as a rising star in even

he said finally, her voic

of respect in his eyes. "

he meeting was over. "We'

e felt his gaze on her back, heavy as a touch. In the elevator, she leaned against the wall, her heart still

s opened. An anonymous text

verything seemed to close in around her. This wasn't just about a photo anymore. And something about that felt suffocating. Secre