Max swallowed, feeling the weight of the threat. He didn’t want to lose the job, not after everything. Finally, after a long pause, he let out a slow breath. "Fine. I’ll do it."
Sylvester smirked, "Good. Make sure it can’t be tracked."
"I'm aware of that. I will do it in a way no one will find out." Max replied, and Sylvester smirked, "That’s perfect. This is exactly why I put you in that company."
"I'm just doing this because I wanted to keep my job, not that I'm in support of it. I believe you will call me later and tell me you have changed your mind." Max said, and Sylvester smiled. "I will call you. Yeah, I will, but I would call you to ask you how it went."
"I can see you have made up your mind." Max continued. "Anyway, I will be going now. You will hear from me."
"Alright." Sylvester replied, and they shook hands. Max stood up and adjusted his jacket before heading toward the door. As he stepped outside, the cool evening air wrapped around him. He felt the weight of a decision he couldn’t take back.
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Desmond was sitting in his spacious office, going through the files in his office. His attention was locked onto the documents spread across his desk when his phone rang. He checked, and it was the senior manager from his fast-rising advertising company. Without hesitation, he picked it up.
"Hello?" Desmond answered with a gentle voice.
"Good morning, sir. Please, I wanted to discuss a potential advertising deal with you," he began. "A company launched a new product recently, but their first advertising campaign didn’t yield the expected results."
The senior manager said, and Desmond leaned back slightly, adjusting his wristwatch. "What happened?" He asked.
"They worked with another advertising agency, spent millions, but the campaign was ineffective. This is their second attempt, and they want to make sure they get it right this time. They choose us based on recommendation."
Desmond nodded to himself. "Alright," he said. "We will make sure they get the best campaign possible. We don’t settle for mediocre results."
"Yeah, that’s exactly why they want to work with us. They are willing to invest heavily to ensure it’s done properly." The senior manager said, and Desmond smirked slightly. "Good decision. Send me the details about the company, the product specifications, and their advertising expectations."
"Understood," the manager replied. "I will send everything to your email right away."
Desmond nodded. "I’ll review it and get back to you." With that, the call ended. He placed the phone back down and continued with what he was doing.
Moments later, his laptop dinged with a new email notification. Desmond clicked it open and went in to read the details.
This was going to be big. And if executed correctly, It would be one of the most successful campaigns yet.
As he was going through it, something caught his attention. The name of the company’s CEO. Anabel Orton.
His hands froze on the keyboard. His eyes flicked back to the name, rereading it twice, almost as if he had imagined it the first time. It wasn’t just Anabel. It was Anabel Orton.
His Anabel. His ex-wife. His breath slowed, his mind racing. Was it really her? The possibility was overwhelming, almost surreal.
Desmond leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen as a slow, intrigued smile tugged at his lips. This was getting interesting. Very interesting.
If Anabel was the CEO of the company requesting their services, then it was a golden opportunity. An unexpected perfect way to bring them together again.
Desmond’s fingers tapped rhythmically against his desk as his mind began to race. He believed that If he could give her company the best advertising campaign. If he could make her product gain the success she was struggling to achieve, then it would go a long way in healing her resentment toward him.
And Desmond was very good at what he did. He wouldn’t just treat this as another contract. No. He would personally supervise the project.
He would make sure everything was handled perfectly. No mistakes. This wasn’t just business—this was his chance to get Anabel back.
He took his notepad and began to jot his strategies down. Things he could do to elevate the campaign beyond expectation. He was about to come back into her life in a way she couldn’t easily reject. She wouldn’t push him away. Not this time.
Not when she needed his service. He smirked slightly and closed the email. He believed that by the time he was done, she would see him again. Not as a man she had divorced. But as the man who saved her new product.