Page 54 of The Game
We’re just having a business meeting to discuss his social media presence.
With that in mind, I confirm our meeting and get back to work, trying to distract myself from all thoughts about Alexander McGregor.
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Thursday evening, I call Jessica, hoping to catch her in whatever time zone the Formula 1 circus is currently in.
I need some advice from my best friend before my meeting with Alexander.
She answers with a beautiful smile, and I’m happy to see her so cheerful.
Her love life has taken a turn since she landed her internship with Star News, covering the Formula 1 season. She’s enjoying her time with Luke, and so far, he seems to be making her shine like no one else.
“Hey girl, how is everything back in Chicago?” she asks me as I get comfortable on my bed.
“Hey Jess, everything’s good, but Seth came by the other day,” I say, making Jessica sit upright and move her phone closer to her face.
“Really? That asshole. What happened?”
I fill her in on the story: how Seth showed up and basically said I didn’t deserve the internship, Alexanderappearing and having my back, before finally sending him on his sorry way out of the arena.
“How did he react to the captain of his favourite team showing up?” Jessica smirks on the other end.
“At first, he tried to shake his hand, telling him how big a fan he is, but Alexander was having none of that, not moving an inch in Seth’s direction and calling me brilliant to his face.” Jessica fans herself on the other end.
“Don’t mind me, he just sounds like every alpha male of yours in those romance books.” I chuckle at her because she isn’t far off.
He reminds me of those men in all the best ways.
“So, has he made a move yet? Luke is so sure of himself that McGregor wants in your pants.”
As I open my mouth to answer, I see an incoming call from Henry, my boss.
“I’m so sorry, Jessica, my boss is calling me, can I call you later?” I ask her, but I can tell she’s tired.
The time difference is probably exhausting, as it’s already evening here, and it’s perhaps early morning for her.
“We’ll talk another day, Sarah, and then I expect the full report on McGregor,” I promise I’ll give her a complete update when we talk next.
Jessica is coming home soon as well, and I’m looking forward to it. I need some time with my best friend.
I pick up the call from Henry. He never calls this late, so it must be important.
“Hi, Sarah! Sorry to bother you this late. I was just wondering if you could make it to the arena at 6 AM tomorrow?”
Usually, my day starts at 8:00, so there must be a reason for this early wake-up call.
“Sure, Henry. Is there something specific I need to prepare for?” I ask, grabbing my notebook and pen.
“Some of the guys are doing a photoshoot for a brand—I can’t remember its name, Klein something?” I freeze, the pen hovering over the page.
“Calvin Klein?” I ask, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Yes! That’s it. Anyway, Hughes, Malik, Clarke, and McGregor are doing this shoot, and we thought it’d be a good opportunity to shoot some content.”
At the mention of his name, I feel a flutter in my stomach.
He’s going to be there.
