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door and the three of us stepped through.
     
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    The Power Up team was surprisingly boring. For a company that owned a sports drink geared toward young athletes, you couldn’t have found a duller group. The offices were all white and black with pictures of the drink standing on a white backdrop lining their walls. There weren’t any fun pics of men doing wicked sports activities like rock climbing, swimming, motor sports, holding up a Power Up bottle as I would have expected. If you asked me, and they didn’t, of course, so I stayed quiet, they needed Mace more than Mace needed them. If they had any hope of going against the big guys like Gatorade, they needed their own image change.
    Rachel, however, spoke her mind and made it very clear why she could afford perfectly tailored suits and whatever fee Mason was paying her. She worked that room and had a room full of men eating out of her hand. She promised the Power Up executives that not only would Mason be in the media a whole lot more, his baseball record was proof positive that he was in the Majors to stay, as well as how young people loved a bad boy turned good guy. She even spun different ways the team could work with Mason to improve their own image and how her firm would be happy to work with their marketing team to come up with the best possible campaigns to successfully launch both companies to a new plane. And then his agent spoke money.
    Apparently, being a spokesperson for a sports drink company was worth millions. When they started throwing around figures that were in the tens of millions, I almost lost my breakfast. I couldn’t imagine that a few commercials, some photo shoots, and some meet and greets were worth that kind of money. Then again, I was being paid a hundred G’s to sit here and look pretty. People were bat shit crazy everywhere. This is just how the other half lives and now that I was the arm candy, I got to see it live and in living color.
    Once we were done with Power Up, who said they would consider all that was discussed and make a decision within the next week, we took a limo over to the folks at Quick Runners. They were in line to be the next Reebok or Nike and just needed that extra bit of pizazz to push them over the edge. Mason Murphy, the best pitcher in baseball today was their ace in the hole. Rachel made sure the team knew that to be true. This office was the exact opposite of Power Up. Where that team was all staunch businessmen in suits, this office seemed to be filled with just out of college grads wearing jeans, polo’s and tennis shoes. We left that office with a verbal commitment for another bucket-o-millions, and, as long as Mason kept his image squeaky clean, they would remain on board.
    When we got into the elevator, the team waved and high-fived one another as the doors were closing. The second they closed Mason turned to Rachel, grabbed her cheeks and said, “You. Are. An. Amazing. Fucking. Woman!” And then he pulled her into his body and laid a fat kiss on her. I stood in the corner, hands to my chest trying not to squeal with glee. When he pulled away, she looked dazed and loopy. He pulled away and grabbed me by the waist and hugged me to him. That’s when I did squeal and jump up and down in his arms. “Did you see that? See our girl working those rooms. Holy shit. What a ride!”
    Mason gripped Rachel’s shoulders and yanked her to his side. He had each of us cuddled in one arm. “Ladies, today was a huge win for Team Murphy.”
    I snickered. “Team Murphy?”
    He nodded vigorously. “Yep, Team Murphy. You,” he shook me by the shoulder, “And our Queen, Rachel,” he shook her. “And, of course…the pretty face: moi.”
    Both Rachel and I sighed. “You’re so full of yourself.”
    “Yes, yes, I am. And now, it’s time to celebrate and be full of something else…booze!”
    Rachel’s eyes got big. “Mason, we can’t go gallivanting around. You’ve got eyes on you and a game tomorrow