“I am. And I’m leaving this world hating you.”
“Even though I made you a sick Whitney Houston workout mix?”
I chuckled despite my body insisting I curl up on the floor. “Do you think that phrase has ever been uttered before? Sick Whitney Houston workout mix.”
“She was a great artist. Addiction’s a bitch.” Something sad crossed his face for a moment, and then he shook his head, almost imperceptibly. “Anyway, running is easier with music to distract you.”
When the belt slowed to a stop a minute later, I swayed. Though I was on solid ground, I had the sensation of still moving, but Wes’s hand was there to steady me.
“I promised I’d catch you.”
28
WHEN WE SHARED Kelsey’s proposal with Mason, he nearly dropped his phone, something I never thought I’d live to see. “She wants to merge?”
“That’s what she said.” I settled into the chair next to him in Cord’s office. I’d had almost a month to roll Kelsey’s suggestion around in my head, and I hadn’t come any closer to knowing what to do.
Mason slapped his palm to the desk, his expression shifting to gleeful. “We have them on the ropes!”
“She suggested she come on as COO.” And she all but dry humped me while suggesting it.
Cord’s brows flicked up and he looked down. Not-so-subtle code for I already told you this was a bad idea.
“She’s leading a failing company. Why would she think that would happen?” Mason sat back in his chair and rolled his eyes. “Why not just wait them out?” Mason ticked his fingers. “We have the superior platform, we have the bigger market share, and they’re in trouble. We have nothing to gain from merging.” Mason cocked his head. “One upside is that you could train their existing coaches—that would help with our infrastructure issues.”
We’d had this argument before. “Their coaches aren’t qualified—you just ran an entire campaign based on that.”
“That doesn’t mean I believe everyone we hire has to have a degree in this stuff.” Mason adjusted his tie, his watch catching the light and shining in my eye.
Cord finally spoke up, cutting off our debate. “We’ll look into it. Is there anything else?”
Mason sighed, pulling his tablet from its position on the desk. “Best Life’s Body FTW has been like Internet gold.”
“Body FTW?” Cord and I asked at the same time.
“The name of the blog and social media project they set up. The chick reviewing our app and the one who’s reviewing HottrYou. It started out as them just talking about what they were doing and the apps, but now it’s become a thing. It’s all over social media.”
Cord and I stared at him blankly.
“You know you run this company, right?”
We shot him matching deadpan stares, and he tightened his jaw for a moment before evening out his tone. Mason held up his tablet to show us the home page. “They want readers to follow the two writers on their journey or some shit. We’ve talked about this. Anyway, huge for us.”
Mason kept talking, but I glanced at my phone and thought of Britta and her pretty face, red from the exertion of running but filled with pride, that look of accomplishment that painted her expression. When I’d started the Whitney Houston song for her, I wanted to bottle up how her expression made me feel, like I’d given her the moon and not a Spotify playlist.
“So, what do you think?” Mason’s voice cut into my thoughts.
“Sorry. What?” My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I hoped it was Britta. C’mon, man. Get it together.
Mason had spoken while scrolling, and I was glad he hadn’t seen my face. Cord eyed me curiously, though.
Mason shot us the look he often adopted when we were failing him as CEOs. The blank why-do-I-have-to-explain-this-to-you smirk that always made me vaguely ashamed and then annoyed. “So, you haven’t read it at all? You should—it’s driving a lot of traffic to us.”
“I’ll glance at it,” Cord said.
“I trust you and your team are all over the . . . Body FTW.” Just saying the name made me cringe. Who would name it that? “If we’re all set with that, can you see what kind of coverage we could get for this high school program?”
“On it.” Mason gathered his things and headed into the hallway. Before the door closed behind him, we heard him call out, “Pearl! Good morning!” and Cord’s eyes narrowed.