Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Hello 664

Chapter 664

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"Male models? What's going on with you lately? First, you're trying to buy a bar, and now you're planning some kind of male model show?" Ron sounded equal parts floored and suspicious after I pitched my idea.

"I'm just having fun. Can't you tell?" I replied, laughing to brush it off.

But Ron wasn't buying it. He squinted at me, his detective mode fully activated.

Whatever. I rolled my eyes and launched into my pitch. "Okay, so our company's doing that light and music festival soon, right? Why not go big with a live human light show? Imagine male greeters or models wearing LED-lit outfits-total showstopper vibes." Ron raised a brow. "A human light show? That's... bold. I'll give you points for creativity."

I grinned. "Exactly! So, you think it'll work? Cool. Start building a team to make it happen."

He gave me that are-you-kidding-me look. "Ms. Kay, you think this is, what, grabbing clothes off a store rack? This would need custom designs, production, and oh yeah we're already on a time crunch."

I gave him my best pretty please face. "I know, Ron. That's why I need you. You're the genius who can pull it off."

"Your pretty face's not gonna cut it," he shot back, shutting me down before throwing in a casual, soul-crushing zinger. "Unless Hayden were here-maybe he'd make it happen."

hit harder than

ever, my competitive streak kicking in. Before

Wait!" he called after me, but

was fuming. Apparently, Ron caught on, too,

way softer now. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought Hayden into it, okay? We'll go with your human light show idea. If anyone's got a problem, I'll deal with it." Since he actually apologized-and, like, meant it-I decided to let it go.

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desk, I tried diving into work,

syndrome-you're fine until the second you try to focus,

honestly, I wasn't about to fight it. I ditched my desk, kicked off my shoes,

clue how long I was out when

I need your help with something," Ron's voice

heart pounding from the suddenness, still feeling half-dead. Without moving, I mumbled,

Big deal. Their flight lands at

11

had actually drained me instead of recharging. Even my voice sounded

"Why don't

I set a record for employee

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all over his face. "She just called, and I need to check on

was gonna drag me up, but I didn't move. Instead, I groaned, "Fine. I'll