Garrett stood up as she entered the room behind Lauren. Gone were the ill-fitting suits. He looked imposing in an impeccable black suit custom-made to fit the broad stretch of his shoulders. He waved them to a conversation area near windows overlooking the back lots. “Please have a seat. I’m expecting Kira, who you’ve been working with, but I’ve also asked the head of the PR department to join us.”
“I don’t understand, Mr. Black.” Lauren gracefully sank into the corner of a black leather couch. “Do you have a problem with the plans we sent over? We received notice they’d been approved.”
Tori felt the weight of Garrett’s pale gaze as she sat down. She released the button on her navy blazer and crossed one bare leg over the other, meeting him stare for stare.
“I’ve seen the plans,” he said, turning his attention to Lauren. “They are quite ambitious, but I want Obsidian to make an impression at the film festival, so yes, I approve. I’ve asked you here because I want to add an event to those already contracted.”
Another event? Tori was already anticipating the end of the film festival and putting Black behind them and he wanted to add another event?
Tori met Lauren’s gaze. As he’d stated, their schedule was already ambitious. Lauren gave a slight nod. Tori sighed. What the heck, go big or go home. It was a lesson they learned at their father’s knee.
“Of course,” Lauren stated with confidence. “What did you want to add?”
“A ninetieth anniversary celebration.”
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