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The Bull Session
Priscilla awoke early the next morning. She freshened and put on her favorite, light blue, linen pantsuit. She rushed over to the country club.
Tillman and Carmine had arrived shortly before her, so she joined them for breakfast.
“Good morning, Ms. Austin,” Tillman said.
“Oh, please, call me PJ.”
“All right, PJ. Ready to delve into what’ll surely consume you for the next several years?”
“Yes, I believe I am. But first, I need to know, why me?” Priscilla said, as she began eating some fresh fruit and nuts and a bran muffin. “Surely the Lazaron Media Group can do what you ask of me.”
“All right, since you ask, I’ll tell you,” Tillman said. “PJ, the congressman and I believe that you bring a special skill set to the table that none of the other public relations coun
