MIA'S POV
"This way, Miss Mia." Kate addressed me as if I was already the experienced PR manager, as if this work really belonged to someone like me.
I clutched the folder tightly in front of my chest. My handbag dug into my armpit from the way I held it so hard. Kate had dressed me in an official black trouser and a white silk blouse with a black blazer covering it. Black heels completed the look. My hair was tied into a tight bun with no stray strands. I had applied some mascara myself. That was all me. Kate and her stylists had nothing to do with it.
"There you go." She opened the back door for me, as if I was the boss and as if I was not shaking like a leaf.
I slowly got in. My eyes landed on the man inside the car. Ryan Hayes sat there, leaning back in his seat with his phone clut
