CHAPTER NINETEEN
SEBASTIAN
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Ihang up the phoneafter speaking with Khalid and smile.
“That went well,” Brandon says from a chair in front of my desk.
“He’s buying it.Honestly, I thought Emily was going to fuck things up royally last night, but instead I think she charmed him.”I shake my head, because I could say the same thing about myself.
Maybe not charmed, definitely bewitched.
“She nearly did.”Victor frowns.
“You seemed happy enough staring at her rack.”I shove the chair back and stretch.“Where’s Amanda?”
My director of marketing walks in carrying a tablet and folder.“Did I hear my name?”
She walks to the large meeting table in my office and spreads out the contents of her folder.All three of us head over and look at the visuals we’ve been expecting.
They’re the creatives for the gala.
“How does it look?”I ask, sliding my hands into my pockets.
“Given the speed with which the agency turned it around, I think it’s great.”Amanda shuffles some images and points to two of them.“These are my recommendations.Black tie with a Middle Eastern culture threaded through.I think the sheikh will appreciate the nod to Dubai.”
“Or be offended.”Brandon glances at me in question.
I turn to Victor.He’s had more to do with the Al-Mansour’s in the past twelve months and tells me he’s an expert on Dubai culture after visiting a dozen times.
To be fair, he hasn’t led me wrong, but recently, something has been off.Or it could be how we left things after his review earlier this year.
Victor believes he is due far more than he is.After selling those shares in the earlier days, he clearly has regret.Not my problem.Several employees did, and now they would be worth ten times the value.
None of them have knocked on my door asking for another share package being gifted.They do comment occasionally about what a dumb decision it was to sell early.
Victor is the only one asking for more.
