Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Then she breezed in.
From the moment he met her, James knew she was everything he never realized he fierce, brilliant, and utterly captivating. However, his brother takes notice as well. He’d stop at nothing to ruin James’s one shot at happiness.
In business and in love, the stakes have never been higher… and this time, James isn’t backing down
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Chapter One
James
“Dad, what is the big emergency? What did Henry screw up this time?” I asked, storming into my father’s office with my assistant running behind me, her heels echoing loudly as they clicked quickly along the marble floors. She closed my father’s office door so we could keep it private. His staff knew the moment I appeared that there was trouble with brewing and I didn’t need them worrying about their jobs just yet.
It was already four in the afternoon, and I had to cancel the end-of-the-day staff meeting that I had specifically scheduled to deal with some company concerns. My gut was telling someone was out to sabotage my networks and dismantle my systems. Still, I didn’t have time for my family’s shenanigans, but none of that ever mattered to them because I’d always been there to clean up their mess.
“The ad campaign for a perfume company. They are furious and are planning to pull their contract and sue us for the losses. I can’t afford another blow to my name or the financial hit. It’s been one thing after another. If this gets out, my agency will be ruined.” He pressed his head into his hands, shaking it back and forth sending his messy gray hair swaying. I didn’t understand what happened to my father, but he really let himself go these past couple of months. His look became severely unkempt, and he actually had a beard coming in, showing his age.
He was too old to be dealing with my brother’s fuckups, but he continued to entertain my brother’s schemes and failures. A part of me still felt sorry for him and that was why I was here giving him one last helping hand.
Henry never had a damn lick of sense or patience to do his job; he was always going around chasing women. That was the reason I wouldn’t allow my brother to work with me. He was essentially useless; in fact, he was worse than useless. My brother was dangerous.
“What is their problem with the campaign?” Knowing my brother, it could be anything, but all I knew was I had to pick up the pieces and work miracles when I had no time or experience with perfume companies.
“We don’t have anything booked for them. Their new perfume is slated to launch for the Valentine’s Day market, and we haven’t got anything to promote it with.”
“Are you serious? This should have started at the end of the Christmas cycle.” I checked the date on my phone. It was already mid-January. Not only were they behind, but they were also almost past the peak of the promotion period. Luckily, the male demographic were last-minute shoppers. “Can’t you rebrand the Christmas ads for the perfume?”
“It’s a new product specifically for Valentine’s Day. We already launched the Christmas perfume.” The exasperated sigh the fell from his mouth already answered my next question, but I had to ask for clarification. I needed to know how big of a hole they were in.
“And how did that go?” He bit his lip and turned his head to his darkened computer screen as if there was something important on it while avoiding my questioning gaze.
“That good, huh?”
“It wasn’t terrible. It just wasn’t the best or what they had expected. This was supposed to be the turnaround we needed to impress them and keep the client.” Every word out of his mouth wasn’t the exact truth; arguing wasn’t worth it.
“Perhaps we can turn this around,” I said after a moment of consideration. It wouldn’t be easy, but I might be able to salvage this. I rubbed my bristly jaw, running through the possible options.
“What is your plan, Son?” he asked, hopefulness in his eyes as he gave me no damn time to fix his monumental fuckup. He was the damn owner of the ad agency. It should be his ideas not mine, but hell if he bothered to throw me a bone. We lived in a world of fast marketing. You could have images and campaigns marketed out in hours by influencers, but I was under the assumption that the perfume brand didn’t come to them to just get some social media bunny out to pimp their scent. Maybe that would come after a great brand run, but at the start it had to be traditional ads.
“What is the name of the perfume?” I asked, wondering how to spin this. As good as I was, I never liked marketing; that’s why I had a small team for that, and my company was tailored to private clientele with money to spend. Dealing with people wasn’t my thing; I worked behind the screen, far away from people as often as possible.
“Sugar Rush. Here it is.” He handed it to me. It came in a slender crystalline pink bottle. I popped off the cap and breathed in the sweet scent. The fragrance was a berry, sugary scent that I almost wanted on my tongue, but I didn’t think of food.