Rachel
Savins PR.
I repeated the words in my mind, thinking Cameron only parked his supercar here because nowhere to park anymore. Wait, that was illegal. But was he… “Who are you going to meet with again?” I asked.
“Tiana Savins. My publicist.” He had to be kidding me!
“Holy s**t…”
“What’s the matter?”
What was the matter? I slowly turned to him. “Cameron, this is one of the best PR agencies in New York. Models and actors have their publicists from here.”
“Indeed, it is. Well, you can already tell how good my company is thanks to this place,” he stated proudly. And Cameron even had the honor having the owner herself as his publicist.
“f*****g hell…” I mumbled.
“For Christ’s sake, Rachel, stop f*****g cursing,” he snapped.
“Sorry, that was automatic.”
“Turn off the auto-mode, an
