Henry Buchanan is cold. Calculating. And rich. He's also the owner of the new Lion's NHL team, and my boss. Oh, and did I mention he's a grumpy sonofabitch who's girlfriend is cheating on him? Not that I'm gonna say anything. It's none of my business anyway. Besides, we aren't friends. And we couldn't be more different if we tried. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. I was born scraping by for every meal. Still. I do need this job. And creating social media content for a bunch of hot hockey players is a walk in the park. Until the infamous Henry Buchanan starts to act jealous. But what's worse? My response. Frenemies with benefits, anyone? Yeah. Because I have a history of making great decisions.