Sarah POVZane asked me to sit in on a PR strategy meeting with Tony Whitfield, so I ended up watching attentively in the study as they discussed how best to handle the fallout from the busted slavery ring. Right away, I could see Zane’s primary interest was making sure the ring was completely destr
Zane scowled a little and then turned to me. “What do you think?”“Darleen’s great,” I hedged. “I watch her when I’ve got a free afternoon.”Tony nodded eagerly. “Great, that’s settled. I’ll reach out to her people. I’m sure we won’t have any trouble getting you two booked.”Zane nodded, though he d
Sarah POVThe show was booked for the following Tuesday, and though I wanted to swallow my tongue when Tony announced proudly we were doing two segments for a total of fourteen minutes’ screen time, I could tell Zane had come to terms with the whole thing.In fact, I learned it would hardly be his f
Sarah POVI expected the inside to be a profusion of rainbows and inspirational posters, which it was, but there was also a sense of purpose everyone seemed to carry that I greatly appreciated. Another point of interest was the breakdown of the different gender, queer, wolf, and human identities int
She reached into a back pocket this time and handed over a well-used cell phone that I took while being careful not to touch her fingers. I typed in my number and handed it back with equal care.Meanwhile, the beta was telling Zane it was almost time for him to speak.“He’s a great speaker,” Judy to
Sarah POVPractice interviews aside, Chloe and Grace made it clear they felt the real contribution they could make for my and Zane’s appearance on Darleen’s Den was to make sure I bought the right outfit.“I need to start introducing you two as my personal stylists,” I told them, and they instantly
I had it all sent to the villa and signed for a large tip for Mrs. Fisher, who insisted we have lunch in the store’s restaurant. I said we didn’t have reservations, and she made a short call and sent us up in the elevator.We attracted attention as we were taken to our table, but by now I had learne
Zane POVI’d gone into the kitchen earlier for coffee, but when I was ready for breakfast, I was the last to arrive. Sarah, looking lovely and fresh in the mornings as she always did, was inhaling her coffee and chewing on toast. The girls were having their overnight oats and greeted me with smiles.