Page 5 of Meet Me at Midnight

Once a user exits the chat, all records of the chat are deleted.

Users can send pictures, videos, and voice memos in the chat room. They can even choose to do a video call, if they desire.

The app keeps all users’ information anonymous. Only the profile name is available.

The app has advanced safety and security that keeps all email addresses and other info associated with a profile private. The app also prevents usersfrom taking screenshots or saving the private chats.

Official launch date is spring of next year.

They want Banks & McKenzie to spend the next four months using the app personally and coming up with a campaign idea to pitch at the end of the year, and for as much as Beau seems excited about the possibility, Neil isn’t so certain.

“So, you don’t want to give us the contract, but you want us to show you a marketing plan?” Neil questions with a business-worthy smirk. “That’s a big ask, Marcus. Almost feels a little one-sided.”

“Yeah, Marcus,” Chris McKenzie, my other new boss, adds, having arrived about thirty minutes ago with his son Seth, another ad executive at the company, following behind him. “Feels like we’re doing a hell of a lot of legwork without any reward.”

Marcus grins like a guy who’s squeezed a few nuts over the years. Which makes sense, I guess—you don’t build a billion-dollar social media empire without twisting a few testicles. “Yeah, well, if you guys create a marketing plan we love for Midnight, we’ll be moving everything under the Hughes International umbrella over to you as well.”

“How many apps does that include?” Neil questions, but Beau answers before Marcus can.

“Thirty-five and counting.”

Marcus nods, impressed. “That’s correct.”

My pussycat contracts with a purr, captivated too.Gah, I am in so much trouble if I can’t find a way to rein myself in and soon.

Neil nods and taps his chin thoughtfully. “All right, then. I guess your Yale education did a decent job of teaching you risk and reward system management.”

“Yeah, well. Not everyone can spend their formative years chasing tail in the sun of the University of Miami, Neil,” Marcus retorts, his playful take on snobbery hitting above the belt quite nicely. The whole room smiles, despite just about all of us being graduates of U of M. “You’re on board?”

“We’re on board,” Chris McKenzie agrees. “And come January 1st, Banks & McKenzie will have all of Hughes International under our umbrella.”

Marcus chuckles. “Love the confidence, Chris.”

“Oh, it’s not confidence, Marcus. It’s fact.”

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