The Complete Bad Billionaire Box Set by Julie Kriss

Author:Julie Kriss [Kriss, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Five Doors Creative

Twenty-Six

Max

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True to my word, I wore jeans to the meeting. I just couldn’t do the suit thing. But I matched the jeans with a white button-down shirt and a jacket that Gwen took me shopping for. I also got a haircut and trimmed my beard again, with Gwen in attendance, giving the barber directions. She looked at the end result and said it looked good.

The meeting was with Dr. George Tiernan, who was the head of the network of clinics mine was a part of—Dr. Weldman obviously had more influence than he thought he did. His office was downtown, right by North Beach, with Coit Tower looking down at us from the top of Telegraph Hill. I felt completely fucking out of place, but it was just one meeting. I could get through it. I had a plan.

Gwen walked next to me as I entered the building, bumping my shoulder with hers. “Ready?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said. I even had a leather bag with file folders in it. Inside the file folders were the pages outlining how my proposed charity would work, including proof of my government and IRS non-profit paperwork. Three weeks of work in one small briefcase.

Gwen was wearing a demure dark pencil skirt that skimmed her knees, heels, a buttoned blouse, and a fitted sweater. Her blonde hair was styled—she’d done something or other with a curling iron—and she had makeup on. She looked smart and businesslike, but she also managed to look like a dirty fantasy at the same time. Or maybe that was just to me.

George Tiernan was in his late forties, a slim, fit man with that salt-and-pepper hair women love. He wore no wedding ring and his eyes lit up with pleasant surprise when Gwen shook his hand. She took no notice.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” she said. “I’m Gwen Maplethorpe, Head of Fundraising and Public Relations for Real Heroes. This is Max Reilly, Real Heroes’ founder and president.”

The smile he gave her—and, by extension, me—was genuine, and he shook my hand warmly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you two. Please sit down.”

Head of Fundraising and Public Relations. That had been Gwen’s idea. But that isn’t a real job, I’d said. Her reply was, How the hell does he know it isn’t a job? I’ll have it printed on a business card. The card she handed George Tiernan right now. He took it and nodded without a single question.

It worked. I took the papers from my briefcase, and we laid them out on the desk, going through everything. Tiernan asked questions—sometimes of me, and sometimes of Gwen. I answered pretty well, but when I went silent or got stuck, Gwen simply stepped in. She smiled at him. She made light jokes and laughed at his. She talked up the idea. In short, she sold it.

She was a natural. Tiernan thought he was talking to a seasoned PR professional who had been doing the job for years, not a former stripper who had just started a night course.

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