Maisie
“Darling, why do you look like you swallowed vinegar?” I asked as Hatch guided me back to his office, closing the door behind us.
“I just got promoted.”
“You did?”
He nodded, looking stunned. “To president.”
“What?” I rasped.
“Crow’s retirin’.”
“Holy s**t on a cracker.”
Hatch dragged his hands through his hair. “Yeah.”
“Is this a good thing?”
“I have no fuckin’ clue, Sunshine,” he admitted. “I can’t wrap my mind around it yet.”
I closed the distance between us, reaching up to stroke his beard. “I’m so bloody proud of you.”
His eyes softened and he smiled. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “You are the perfect choice, darling. You must see that.”
“It should be Booker.”
“No, it shouldn’t. He’s the perfect VP, but you’re the one everyone, and I mean everyone, looks to for advice and gu
