Mabel Fritz was extremely pissed off. As she sat next to Dylan and across from Logan and I at that same café table, she glared at each of us, one after the next. Her face was scrunched, her eyes blazing.
“How the hell could you make a move like this and not alert me, your public relations manager?” she snapped. “I want to help you, and you keep me out of the goddamn loop!” She smacked the table with her open palm, rattling our coffee cups in their saucers.
Dylan winced.
“I’m really sorry,” I said. “We weren’t thinking.”
“No, you clearly weren’t.” Resting her elbows on the table, she lifted her hands up and massaged her temples. “You all understand what a PR rep does, right?”
“Won’t happen again,” Dylan said. “Sorry Mabel.”
“It’s fine, it’s just…” She let out a long sigh and lowered h
