leaving the boardroom. “Please do! When you do, be sure to tell him why Annalise is no longer here!” He looks like he is about to explode with rage knowing full well that he won’t be able to say one word to his father. “This discussion is over, Ryan!” Jerri finishes.
He moves to exit the boardroom and pauses in front of me to exclaim in my face, “I cannot fucking believe this!”
Without using my brain-to-mouth filter, I respond hastily, “Then I guess you need to learn to keep your damn mouth shut!”
Ryan eyes me with the most chilling look, which sends goose bumps down my spine. But I square my shoulders and return his heated stare. He has no idea what he is in for with me because I am not going to take his shit! I don’t care
who
he is! I am not backing down. Then, suddenly, he is gone.
The remainder of the day flies by. Natalie and Josh confirm my suspicions about Annalise at lunch. Apparently, Annalise and Ryan were trying to keep their extracurricular relationship under wraps, but the word around the water cooler is Ryan stalked off with another girl after the race on Sunday, and the shit hit the fan this morning in the management meeting.
Typical!
According to another source that Josh would not name, Ryan said in front of everyone in the boardroom that I would make a better public relations manager than her.
Sweet Jesus!
No wonder she looked like she was about to murder me, then chop my body into pieces when she left. I laugh to myself because that comment certainly blew up in his face.
Jerri and I finally meet late in the afternoon. She inundates me with information like a rapid-fire gun. I fiercely scribble as many notes as I can, being careful not to forget any major details. She goes over travel details like what hotel I am supposed to stay in and what flight to book.
Jerri also gives me a series of thick documents. “I had these printed for you. Use your downtime to start reviewing them.”
I raise an eyebrow in question.
“These are Ryan’s sponsorship agreements and his employment contract. There is a wealth of information there that you should know.”
I nod my head.
“I have decided that you can just take a late flight into Michigan on Saturday night. Since it is your first weekend at the track, I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
Then Jerri goes into track events that I need to attend, like the sponsor breakfast, mandatory drivers’ meeting, and driver introductions. I am very overwhelmed, to say the least. But I try to keep up with her as best as I can. She also gives me a list of the other management team members who will be at the track, and their contact numbers. This is going to be a very interesting weekend. I don’t have a freaking clue about what am I doing, but I am sure as hell not going to let anyone know that, least of all Ryan.
I will show him
.
Jerri looks defeated as we conclude our meeting. “Three,” she says simply. I give her a confused look, and she continues, “Annalise is our third public relations manager this year. Just for Ryan.”
I raise my eyebrows, considering her confession as a warning.
Jerri continues to explain, “For some reason, this race season, we have had the most problems from Ryan. Back during the off-season, he had a small cameo role in a movie that shot out in Los Angeles, and he came back from that experience with a double dose of attitude, trés movie star, if you know what I mean.” She laughs. “I don’t know if he is burned out or if he is losing his focus or what. It is disheartening because he has so much potential.” She sighs and shakes her head. “And no one knows how to handle Ryan. Well, they don’t know how to handle him outside of the bedroom, which is where they all wind up!” Suddenly she looks remorseful. “Did I say that out loud?”
And we both laugh. My head is swirling with information, but I vow to myself that I can handle Ryan.
I’m going to show Mr. Pompous Ass that I can do this job
.
My job as