An Enchanted Spring: Mists of Fate - Book Two Read Free Page A

polished mahogany conference table in the center of his cavernous office. “Mr. Price, I promise, I have never heard of Aidan MacWilliam. I don’t understand why he called you on your personal phone, nor why he’s refusing to work with any other publicist but me.”
    Emma had to admit, she herself was curious as to why Mr. MacWilliam sought her services. On paper, she was just like all the other midlevel publicists at the company. While she did have a growing list of well-known clients, she knew she wasn’t yet at the level where the elite people of the world would seek her out. And, glancing at the file in front of her again, Aidan MacWilliam seemed to fit into that category.
    “Perhaps he knows your work,” Mr. Price concluded, interrupting her thoughts.
    Emma doubted it, but didn’t say it aloud. Publicly, her name wasn’t attached to anyone—clients rarely told each other about a great publicity manager, for fear the attention would be taken from them and placed onto the newer, bigger client. Plus, according to Mr. Price, this client was from Ireland. Price Publicity, LLC’s entire client base was mostly American, with some Asian companies.
    Mr. Price heaved a great sigh, as though he had finally thought his last thought on the subject, but ruined the effect when he added, “MacWilliam wants you. He stated very clearly that his situation is a private one, and that he wouldn’t discuss it with anyone but you. So.” He cleared his throat meaningfully. “You’ll accept him as your new client, but I want daily updates as to what he wants, how you’re going to provide it to him, and how we can use this to promote the company in the public eye.” He dismissed them both with a wave of his hand, and Emma quickly followed Josh out of the intimidating office.
    In the kitchen area, as she stirred the sugar into her cup of coffee, Emma leveled a stare at Josh. “So you’re telling me that this guy—MacWilliam—calls up the biggest publicity name in New York City on his home phone and simply demands that he wants me as his PR manager?” She tilted her head skeptically.
    Josh casually leaned against the counter, sipping his own cup. “You heard Price. MacWilliam is a wealthy, reclusive man.” He picked up the folder and pulled out the dossier. “He wants what he wants, when he wants it—not unlike the majority of our clients. Hmm. No online presence, no paper trails, no reputation smears, not even an angry ex.” He looked at her soberly. “After what happened with Kincaid, this should be a walk in the park. Maybe it’s just what you need to get your mojo back.”
    Emma blinked back the sudden prick of tears, humiliation swamping her; Josh was the only one who knew of her situation, as she’d put the paperwork in months ago to be removed from the Kincaid account. “I’m sorry. My personal life shouldn’t affect my professional one.”
    Josh smiled sympathetically. “I know you’re suffering. A broken heart is—”
    Emma threw her hand up. “Whoa. Let’s get one thing straight. I am not brokenhearted over losing that cheating, lying jackass. Absolutely not. I’m upset that I didn’t see it coming. But I am not upset that I am free from a loveless waste of a relationship.”
    Josh blinked. “Okay then.”
    “Now. Back to MacWilliam. You agree that this doesn’t add up, right?”
    “There are plenty of eccentric folks out there,” Josh replied, clearly relieved that her outburst was over. “And he specifically requested that you be the one to assist him. And, as you know, the wealthiest clients get what they want. We deliver it.”
    “So you want me to meet with him tonight, take him to dinner, see what this is all about?”
    Josh shook his head. “No. Well, maybe. First, you’ll meet with him here, this afternoon. I want him to be well aware that we have a face to his name. Safety first.”
    Josh was a good guy, and he was always ensuring his team’s security. No one could have meetings