Amara walked out of her father's office, shaking her head with a small grin. Gerald's reaction was one for the book she almost wished she'd recorded it. For a man who managed billion-dollar deals with a poker face, the sheer disbelief in his tone when talking about Marisol's new relationship had been priceless. But now, the fun was over, and reality was looming. She had a stack of emails to go through, meetings to attend, and, knowing her luck, probably some kind of brewing chaos waiting for her.
She headed back to her office, her heels clicking against the polished floor of Lyselle Media's headquarters. The energy in the building was its usual blend of corporate buzz and barely-contained panic. Somewhere, someone was likely sweating over a missed deadline or an over-budget shoot. That was life in the media business—constant fires, and somehow Amara always ended up with the extinguisher.
