Soleil
“How are you holding up?” I looked up from my desk as Dante walked in with two cups of coffee.
“I’m good. Slowly getting the hang of things.” I reached for my cup before he sat down.
“Good to hear. You’re doing a great job. Almost feel like it’s time to retire.”
“Don’t you dare. Who’s going to keep me from killing those shareholders and half of the people here?”
“Those old fools can die for all I care. But for you, I’ll stay a few more years.” I chuckled at his response. I’ve come to realize that Dante was a stern but gentle father instead of a distant uncle. He was pretty cool to be around. I’m always learning from him.
“So, about this media fiasco? Why haven’t you gotten your crew to handle it?”
“Not my mess to handle.” I didn’t need to elaborate for him to know where I was
