Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Aw, shucks.
“Such praise, sir. Thank you. And accurate.” I grinned and faced the other man. “What are we rebranding?”
DECEMBER 20
“That’s perfect—before five will be great.” I trapped my phone between my shoulder and cheek and added a final touch to the design I was working on. My sketchpad had never seen so much action as it had the past twenty-four hours. “My boss has a speech thing around then, so I’ll head out and meet up with you outside the main entrance.”
I wrapped up the call as the cab pulled up in front of the convention center, and Wyatt paid the fare.
“Take a breather, sweetheart. We have lunch now.”
“I’m almost done, sir.” I could walk and illustrate at the same time. Well, illustrate was a strong word. I was moving around rectangular boxes to frame a logotype that definitely needed an upgrade.
It’d been a busy morning for both of us, and while Wyatt had been in and out of meetings and seminars, I’d used every free minute to fulfill the backlog of orders. Because seventy-fucking-four clients had not only vowed to continue their ongoing contracts with the company, but they’d discovered that we did so much more than whatever they already used us for.
Wyatt and Clarke had put me in charge of these seventy-four clients since they were already paying customers, so to speak. As for the rest… I mean, at least two hundred potentials had been interested in knowing more, so I’d had to forward their requests to Mya and Kim as well as to the team in New York. This afternoon, those potentials would return for their second day at the expo, and we’d have something for them. Freaking ice scrapers and whatnot—with mock-ups and examples of logo designs.
The logo itself wasn’t important right now. It was to showcase how quickly we could go from, “Well, what’s the name of your company? What do you do?” to “Here’s some merch for ya—we printed it overnight.”
I almost bumped into Wyatt when he came to a stop, and he glanced back at me and gave me a pointed look.
I smiled sheepishly.
“You’ve worked too much already. I think it’s best I take this for now.” Ugh, he stole my tablet. “You’ll get it back after we’ve eaten.”
Oh, fine.
I followed him through the busy entrance until we reached the restaurant, and that joint was equally as chaotic as the rest of the place. If I remembered correctly, Clarke had just given his final speech at a big meeting, so many of those going to lunch here now had recently listened to him. Now, Clarke was on the next flight to Brussels.
I’d seen him briefly last night when we’d had dinner at the hotel restaurant, and he’d complimented my work! Then he’d nudged Wyatt and said, “Maybe we should recruit him to headquarters.”
Not too shabby!
DECEMBER 21
I woke up with a jolt as the plane touched down, and I didn’t wanna believe it. We’d just fucking boarded in London! God, I was tired. I scrubbed at my face and cleared my throat. And no rest for the wicked—we had to go straight to where the Luxembourg expo was being held. New convention center, hundreds of businesspeople, two back-to-back seminars for Daddy, then mingling at a workshop event for industry folk.
“Ugh.”
“I know, baby.” Daddy kissed the side of my head. “On the flip side, it’s not a long day.”
Define long. It was nearing noon now, and he had his last commitment at four.
I yawned and did my best to shake it off.
Hello, Luxembourg, and all that!
Okay, so Daddy spoke French. It was one of the several languages spoken in Luxembourg. I’d also heard lots of German and Portuguese today—and what Daddy told me was Luxembourgish.
Sounded made-up to me.
The French, though, was on point.
I walked beside him from one elaborate booth to another as he showed his face to old, new, and potential clients. Suravi was never far away, always making sure Wyatt’s next move went as smoothly as possible. But I had to admit, I’d lost steam. London had been so fun, even though I hadn’t gotten the chance to sightsee, because the work itself had been right up my alley. I loved working with people, and I worked well under pressure. It was just…once I reached my limit, it was tough to keep going.
By the time Wyatt was done at a little past five o’clock, it was almost impossible for me to stifle my yawns.
To think, we had tomorrow too! Luckily, only a morning session, but still.
“Suravi, could you grab our coats, please?” Daddy asked.
“On my way, sir,” she responded. “Your car will be outside in five.”
“Oh—you know.” Daddy paused. “You take it. Head on back to the hotel and have a relaxing evening. Parker and I will walk.”
We would fucking what?
I had a better idea. We all took the car back to the hotel and had a relaxing evening. How about that?!