The Rule Book (Rule Breakers #1)(65)

 

The office was in complete mayhem when I arrived at seven the next morning. Or to put it better, Brogan was in a complete frenzy, with everyone around him trying to accommodate. Jackson glanced over his computer monitor and let out a low whistle.

 

“What?” I said, tossing my bag into the bottom drawer of my desk.

 

“I heard you’re in a lot of trouble.”

 

“Trouble?” My brows slid together. What the hell was he talking about? What could I have possibly done in the twelve hours I’d been away from work?

 

“Didn’t you see what Craig Willington messaged out this morning?” Someone really needed to wipe that smug smirk off his face.

 

Oh crap. My account? That just couldn’t be possible…could it? The hair rose on the back of my neck. “No.” I hadn’t even scheduled any posts. That was on my to-do list for this morning, in fact, because I hadn’t touched his account since Monday. I pulled up the social media site and clicked on Craig’s profile. My fingers froze on the mouse as I stared at his latest post.

 

Craig_Willington: Hey, Gordy, I hope your momma enjoyed being bent over last night. Tell her to give me a call if she wants to ride on my big blue combine with her hayfield again anytime soon.

 

A middle finger emoji concluded the spiteful message.

 

I froze, my mouse hovering over the post. Holy crap buckets. Did Craig just call out one of country music’s biggest stars? Craig didn’t even know how to work anything past the camera function on his smart phone. No way could he navigate social media and use an emoji—so what the hell was going on? I looked at the time stamp—fifteen minutes before I’d arrived.

 

Under his offensive message, where he actually tagged Gordy in the post (lord have mercy), hundreds of people commented things like:

 

Ohhhh do you need some ice for that burn?

 

LOLOLOLOL hella funny dude.

 

Fuck you, Craig! Leave Gordy’s mama alone.

 

U lost respect from me, buddy.

 

Topping it off was a comment from Gordy himself saying, “What the hell, man?”

 

To make it worse, a few celebrity gossip sites had made note of Craig’s dig at Gordy’s mother and speculated as to why. I quickly deleted the message, but the damage had already been done. The internet was forever, and even if Craig hadn’t written this, people would forever think he rammed his combine into Mama Gordy’s hayfield.

 

Before I could say anything more to Jackson, my intercom buzzed.

 

“In my office. Now.” Anger bubbled over Brogan’s voice, and my pulse hummed against my temples as I tried to collect myself and decide what I was going to tell him. I didn’t even know what to say, not when I’d just found out about a mistake I wasn’t sure I made until two seconds ago.

 

Something told me there would be no cookie making in the near future.

 

Jackson’s brows rose, and a wicked smile played at his lips as I strode toward Brogan’s office. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

 

As I stood in front of the glass doors, I took a deep breath and steeled myself. How had I managed to mess up a post without even trying? Major damage control would be needed to fix this, starting with a few apology posts as soon as I left Brogan’s office.

 

“Sit down.” Brogan’s gaze was focused on his computer as I walked into the room. Just the other night, we’d been doing the same thing, although when he’d previously asked me into his office, it was under much different circumstances. I much preferred those right about now.

 

I made my way over to the swivel chair across from him and gingerly sat on the cushion, waiting for him to go off on me.

 

I tapped my foot nervously as I waited for him to speak. After a few long moments of silence, he finally looked up, his angry gaze lighting a fire under my skin. Even under all that anger, his eyes softened the slightest bit when he regarded me. Keeping my feelings for him under lockdown was hard enough, and it looked like he was struggling with this as well. Sweat beaded at my hairline and behind my knees, and I shifted uncomfortably.

 

“What was that post all about?” he demanded. He pointed to his computer. I didn’t need to look at the screen to know what he was talking about.

 

Somehow I didn’t think um, I don’t remember writing this would fly in terms of an explanation. “I don’t know yet, but it shouldn’t have happened. I deleted it as soon as I got into the office.”

 

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “We never allow celebrities to humiliate other celebrities—especially when they are both our clients.” His tone was clipped and cold, devoid of any feeling.