Chapter 190

Madison

Alexander raised an eyebrow. “More competitive than me? I doubt it.” He leaned against his desk, arms crossed. “I’ll have a word with the PR department. This is unacceptable.”

“They’re probably overwhelmed with all the gossip about you,” I suggested, unable to resist the jab.

“That’s literally their job, Madison. To monitor and manage my public image.” He picked up his phone, his jaw tightening. “Send Wilson from PR to my office immediately.”

I shifted my weight, wondering if I should leave. “Should I go back to my desk?”

“No, stay.” His tone left no room for argument. “I want you to see how I handle incompetence.”

I settled into one of the chairs across from his desk, crossing my legs and smoothing my skirt. This promised to be entertaining, at least.

Within minutes, a sharp knock sounded at the door. Alexander called for them to enter, and Wilson hurried in, looking like he’d sprinted up ten flights of stairs.

“Mr. Kni