The PR team filed into the conference room and froze when they saw me in Lucien's chair.

"Um... Mr. Hayes..." one woman with a tight bun stammered.

"Miss Sterling, since you are reporting to me today," I told her, spinning slightly in the leather chair. "My boyfriend has allowed me to take points on our media strategy since the current approach is failing spectacularly."

The team shifted uncomfortably. A balding man cleared his throat.

"With all due respect, Miss Sterling, we've been ...