The next few weeks are a whirlwind. Meera and Anya morph into an unstoppable force, each in their own way. Meera, with her relentless optimism, ensures I show up, ready to work, while Anya’s sharp efficiency slices through any lingering hesitation I might have — and we’re careful to never touch back on the topic we discussed. Together, they completely monopolize my waking hours, filling every second with preparations for the promotional lineup for Choose Me, Choose You.
I’m told by my father’s assistant that the meeting for Turning Point Industries is pushed forward a couple of weeks, and I’m grateful for that delay. Anything to not think of Ric. Anything at all.
Meetings with the production company’s PR team become my new normal. I’m trained to stick to the key promotional messages, av
