conspiratorially.
I wrote the words ‘thank you’ in the corner of the notepad before writing down Dirty Dozen and FX so I wouldn’t forget.
I will not be intimidated about finding Autumn a worthy man, I thought, giving myself a pep talk as my stomach turned. Just because she is the best person I’ve ever met in my whole damn life and deserves the kind of man that I’ve never heard of existing outside of movies and romance novels, I won’t be intimidated. Oh my God, what am I going to do? I don’t know why I thought I would just bump into ten high-quality men in my first week living here. What the hell was I thinking? Of course, I never thought that she would agree! She never does anything like this. She’s so…so level headed! Okay, I always land on my feet. I’ll figure something out. Unconsciously, I started tapping my pen faster against the notepad. There has to be a pool of educated, sexy, single men that I can tap into. There has—
“Good morning!” John called out , interrupting my thoughts as he quickly moved toward the head of the table in his jeans and graphic t-shirt. “June is here!”
Everyone clapped enthusiastically in response so I joined in quickly.
“This meeting is going to be short and sweet because we need to get started today,” John started, picking up the remote to the projector and clicking to the next slide. “June is our biggest issue. When summer is in the air, people want more Style Magazine. So here’s how we are going to triple our numbers this summer…” John paused for added effect and then clicked to the next slide. “Style Magazine’s ‘Summer of Love’.”
As a murmur erupted through the crowd, my eyebrows flew up. Summer of Love, I repeated silently, letting the tagline roll over my mind.
“Style Magazine’s ‘Summer of Love’ will be dedicated to summer romances, summer flings, summer dates. We will feature the best places to go, best things to do, and most importantly, some eligible people to do those things with! June will feature twenty of the area’s most eligible bachelors. July will feature twenty of the area’s most eligible bachelorettes. And August…well August will be a surprise,” he laughed. “We need to focus on June. I’m going to be honest with you, this is going to be a lot. Everyone will have to bring their best work—especially those of you who are tasked with writing the articles on the bachelors. This isn’t some cheesy dating magazine. The twenty men and women selected are high caliber and major contributors to the area in some way, shape, or form. This issue is going to get a lot of attention and I don’t want to sound like a cliché, but this will make or break your career.”
As John continued with the presentation, I listened intently and took notes. The cornerstone of the assignment was the interviews, but with each interview, a big glossy picture would accompany it. I smiled at the possibilities.
When the meeting adjourned and we were officially given our tasks, everyone hustled to the high tables around the main floor to collaborate with their groups. The newer writers were assigned to write about the various places and things to do in June. The seasoned writers were assigned to interview and write about the June bachelors. And I was assigned to be the photographer for each of the bachelors, working hand in hand with the seasoned writers.
I caught two female writers who I’d only seen once in passing since I started with Style Magazine exchange a disapproving look when my assignment was read. As I walked to the last available barstool at the table, I shook my head and smirked. I love being underestimated, I thought a s I recalled the whispers and sidelong glances they exchanged. Sitting across from them, the brown haired girl looked at me and I winked. Bring it on, bitches!
“Here’s the list of bachelors,” Gabriella Torres announced, dropping off eleven sheets of paper. Before we
I wrote the words ‘thank you’ in the corner of the notepad before writing down Dirty Dozen and FX so I wouldn’t forget.
I will not be intimidated about finding Autumn a worthy man, I thought, giving myself a pep talk as my stomach turned. Just because she is the best person I’ve ever met in my whole damn life and deserves the kind of man that I’ve never heard of existing outside of movies and romance novels, I won’t be intimidated. Oh my God, what am I going to do? I don’t know why I thought I would just bump into ten high-quality men in my first week living here. What the hell was I thinking? Of course, I never thought that she would agree! She never does anything like this. She’s so…so level headed! Okay, I always land on my feet. I’ll figure something out. Unconsciously, I started tapping my pen faster against the notepad. There has to be a pool of educated, sexy, single men that I can tap into. There has—
“Good morning!” John called out , interrupting my thoughts as he quickly moved toward the head of the table in his jeans and graphic t-shirt. “June is here!”
Everyone clapped enthusiastically in response so I joined in quickly.
“This meeting is going to be short and sweet because we need to get started today,” John started, picking up the remote to the projector and clicking to the next slide. “June is our biggest issue. When summer is in the air, people want more Style Magazine. So here’s how we are going to triple our numbers this summer…” John paused for added effect and then clicked to the next slide. “Style Magazine’s ‘Summer of Love’.”
As a murmur erupted through the crowd, my eyebrows flew up. Summer of Love, I repeated silently, letting the tagline roll over my mind.
“Style Magazine’s ‘Summer of Love’ will be dedicated to summer romances, summer flings, summer dates. We will feature the best places to go, best things to do, and most importantly, some eligible people to do those things with! June will feature twenty of the area’s most eligible bachelors. July will feature twenty of the area’s most eligible bachelorettes. And August…well August will be a surprise,” he laughed. “We need to focus on June. I’m going to be honest with you, this is going to be a lot. Everyone will have to bring their best work—especially those of you who are tasked with writing the articles on the bachelors. This isn’t some cheesy dating magazine. The twenty men and women selected are high caliber and major contributors to the area in some way, shape, or form. This issue is going to get a lot of attention and I don’t want to sound like a cliché, but this will make or break your career.”
As John continued with the presentation, I listened intently and took notes. The cornerstone of the assignment was the interviews, but with each interview, a big glossy picture would accompany it. I smiled at the possibilities.
When the meeting adjourned and we were officially given our tasks, everyone hustled to the high tables around the main floor to collaborate with their groups. The newer writers were assigned to write about the various places and things to do in June. The seasoned writers were assigned to interview and write about the June bachelors. And I was assigned to be the photographer for each of the bachelors, working hand in hand with the seasoned writers.
I caught two female writers who I’d only seen once in passing since I started with Style Magazine exchange a disapproving look when my assignment was read. As I walked to the last available barstool at the table, I shook my head and smirked. I love being underestimated, I thought a s I recalled the whispers and sidelong glances they exchanged. Sitting across from them, the brown haired girl looked at me and I winked. Bring it on, bitches!
“Here’s the list of bachelors,” Gabriella Torres announced, dropping off eleven sheets of paper. Before we
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