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elegant. She’s not the typical type you see around Hollywood, but she is definitely a powerhouse. She stands about five feet eight and is always in heels, pencil skirts, and silk blouses. She keeps a wardrobe in the office, full of jackets of various colors and lengths. Ready at a moment’s notice.
    "Thanks for telling me you were coming." She says sarcastically.  
    I glare at her. "For the record, Ms. Parish, I was already back in L.A. – don't ask – and I figured I would drop in for a surprise inspection."  
    She knows full well that this isn't really the case, but she laughs. "Surprise inspections only work when you're an active CEO."
    "Yeah, that I suppose would be about the truth. Then again, look at me. Could you see me coming into the office every day dressed like this?"
    She laughs again. "You are the CEO. You can dress however you want. Are you coming to the board meeting?"
    I nod, but I'm looking around Trinity's office at all the head shots of her clients, past and present. The south wall of her office is full from baseboard to ceiling with various photos, all arranged around a single, overly large headshot. The last time I was in here there wasn’t a picture in that space. In fact it had never had a picture until now.  
    My mouth drops open and I feel a familiar desire deep in my core. The image is about twenty by twenty and contains a very professional headshot of none other than the gorgeous face of Tristan Michaels.
    The next thing I know Trinity's shouting my name. "Cami!"
    "Huh?" I slowly peel my eyes away from the image and look at Trinity.  
    "Wow, girl, you got it bad."
    I shake my head in a desperate attempt to clear it. "Since when has Tristan Michaels been a Bold client?" I ask.  
    She scowls at me. "Since the very beginning of his career. Bobbie picked him up when he was cast as Dakota in Love is Burning ." She looks at me, puzzled. "How, as CEO, did you not know this?"
    "I'm not CEO," I mutter.  
    "Yes you are, you just fail to realize or embrace that fact. Think about it, Cami. You attend board meetings pretty regularly. Despite whatever brought you back to L.A. yesterday, here you are instead of running off to where ever it is that you were planning on going." I scowl back at her. "Don't give me that look. I know you better than you think. One day soon, you will have to step into your role here, and now is the best time to do it."
    I let out a very strained chuckle. "No, Trinity, it's not. You and Vincent have things under control. The board members are not ready to have me take on an active role, and I don't have a clue about running a business."
    She laughs. "Cami, as CEO of Bold, you’re a face. Your job description is pretty pale when compared to the things that Vincent or myself do on a daily basis. You sit behind a desk, sign checks, meet with clients, and woo the crowds."
    "You make it sound so easy."
    "Believe me, it is."
    "You saw how dumbstruck I got over a damn picture of Tristan Michaels. For God's sake, how I am I supposed to sit there on the other side of that desk from other celebrities?" I was trying not to get angry. "The title of CEO was bestowed upon me compliments of my father's will and not for hard work and dedication. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to just step in and sit behind that desk when I haven't earned it?"
    I watch as her face falls. "I see your point, but it was given to you by your father, who obviously believed in you and your abilities—"
    I cut her off. "Do not go there. My father knew nothing of who I am, what I am about, or what it is I want out of my life. He gave me the CEO position as a punishment, and he set me up for failure."
    Trinity crosses the room toward me and puts her arm gently around my shoulders. "Do you honestly believe that Vincent, Mick, Rayne, any of the staff, or I would let you fail?"
    I’m fighting back the tears. The last twenty-four hours have been so maddening, frustrating, and overwhelming. I shake my head. I