I hit send before I can overthink it.
This is insane. I'm a CEO. I don't apply to be someone's "new dad" through a child's social media account.
But something about Jake's earnest request, about the chance to meet the woman who understood my mother's art…
My phone buzzes. A reply from Jake's account—though clearly written by an adult.
Send your video application to this email address. And proof that you're really you.
The absurdity of the situation—the world’s most powerful man applying to a five-year-old’s t****k contest to date a divorced mother—almost makes me laugh.
But I'm already walking back to my office, already planning what to say.
My assistant, Freya, looks up as I pass her desk. "Mr. Hale? The board meeting—"
"Reschedule it. I need the conference room for an hour."
