Every Last Mother's Child
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Chapter 3: The Media Coordinator
Lady Hawthorne was in Wilson’s office the next day going over some of the projects that she had been working on when he mentioned their needs for a media coordinator.
“I have this young man,” Lady Hawthorne replied, “He’s all thumbs, and he’s not much use to me. But he has contacts I envy. Someone from the media had ambushed one of my girl teams in an art museum, and had been directed out to the estate. Well they showed up with their mobile rig ready to do a news story. Pete, he was in my office doing something or other, and said he would handle it. Well he did. The next thing I knew he was in business clothes escorting these reporters through the estate telling them what we were doing and how we are working with you to help get some special projects completed. He briefly described how my girls helped to coordinate the mass casualty lift the other day. To be honest Sir Mike that was the first time he had been any use to me. He was in his element.”
“How young,” Wilson asked the younger woman, Lady Hawthorn was nearly thirty, he was afraid to think how much younger this “young man” was.
“He’s about twenty five twenty six. He’s just graduated from Trena U in media relations as it turns out.” Lady Hawthorne. “Don’t quite know why he’s at my place.”
“Well get him up here. And tell him to bring his professor.” Wilson replied, “He’s a little young for this job; but he certainly can be on staff.”
A couple of hours later a young man was escorted into his office with the Queen’s Public Affairs secretary.
“Sir Mike,” The middle aged man said, “Pete here said you wanted to see us?”
“Well not exactly,” Wilson replied putting his pad down. “I had asked Lady Hawthorne to have Pete?” The young man nodded, “To come by and see me and to bring his professor. I didn’t realize it was you Charley.”
“I teach part time at Trena U.” the older man returned, “Pete here was one of my students.”
“Oh,” Mike replied.
“I understand that you are shopping for a Media Coordinator,” Charley asked.
“I am; but I didn’t want to poach from the Queen’s staff.” Wilson answered. “She still has a planet to run and needs her staff.”
“That’s true,” Charley replied. “May I suggest something?”
“Fire away,” Wilson responded.
“Lord Wilson,” Charley continued, “I am hiring Pete here for my staff, but I am going to assign him to your office. You’ll be his local boss; but I’ll be his technical advisor. Pete.” he turned to the young man, “What that means is if Wilson needs to hold a press conference, or make a news release, you handle it. If you have any questions on how, you get a hold of me and we’ll go over them. In the meantime; you’ll spend the next week in my office going over the Crown Public Relations Manual. While he’s doing that Sir Mike, I’ll be on call to help you. Deal?”
Wilson just nodded. It would work. He would get a dedicated Public Information Officer for his office, and still have access to the crowns public information team. With that they left.