Kina
I met Jacob at one of the meeting rooms in our offices.
When he walked through the door, his presence spilled into the room before him. It filled the room, pushing into the corners until the room was so full of him.
He looked as surprised as I had been, to find out I was his PR manager.
“What the hell?” he asked, his handsome eyes wide with surprise. “Is this for real?”
“I know,” I said, shaking my head to let him know it was crazy to me too. “I couldn’t believe it either. But this is my job, so…”
He nodded solemnly, which reassured me. He seemed to know that it was important to stay professional. I appreciated him for that. And then I realized that he was probably embarrassed too, due to the nature of needing a PR manager, and then finding out it was me.
He sat down across the
