Page 41 of Sweet Nightmare
I raise another finger. “And now you’re smiling like someone who’s about to make me regret entertaining this odd conversation.”
“Don’t say that, baby.”
I wait but she gives me nothing else.
“Spit it out, Mother.”
She smiles. “I might need a tiny favor.”
“How much is this tiny favor going to cost me in sanity?”
“So dramatic.”
“It’s clearly something I won’t enjoy.”
“How can you possibly know that?”
“Because you’re easing me into it.”
She laughs.
“I raised you too well.”
“Unfortunately.”
Mom dabs the corner of her mouth with a linen napkin, careful not to disturb her flawless pink lipstick.
“Turner & Co. is launching the biggest global campaign we’ve ever produced. We’re entering an entirely new market.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you, baby.”
Silence.
“And?”
“I’d like you to be the face of it.”
“I assumed as much.”
Another pause.
“And?”
She hesitates.
My eyes narrow.
“I’m rapidly losing patience, Mother.”
She sighs.
“It’s... a collaboration.”
I freeze.
Collaborations.
