Billionaire's Baby Project
"Do you have any idea how bad you look right now? Word is there's a killer virus hitting US shores, and you're off sunbathing on your private island? When you started this company, you said you'd keep your shit together. Public image matters in the stock exchange, Richard. You don't need me to tell you that."
I lean against the long table, arms crossed. Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"That's why you hired her," Lewis continues, his voice still low. He must be in the San Francisco office, near enough board members to be wary of eavesdropping. "I didn't pass her on to you for nothing. She's the best at what she does."
"She's a glorified fluff writer."
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