Page 78 of My Ruthless Neighbor

“Don’t overreact, guys. Let’s hear the whole thing first.” Hannah says.

“We have promoted endless brands. Each one of those brands are well known. And they recorded a commendable increase in their sales because of our excellent ad campaigns. This time, I want to work with Modern Closet.”

“Isn’t this risky?” Mia asks.

“Oh, it is. But it’s also the risk that could pay off.”

“How?”

Before I could answer, Raleigh steps forward, his face alight. “This will be the message to our competitors.”

The corners of my mouth kick up. “Exactly.”

He continues. “As Mia pointed out, this is a risk. A challenge that would test our capabilities as advertisers. Good marketing can either make or break you. By choosing Modern Closet, we get to show off our abilities to promote. And if this campaign becomes a hit, the entire credit would go to us because no one quite knows about this brand.”

Raleigh walks to me and grabs my shoulders. “You. Are. Genius.”

“But what if the campaign fails to draw the desired results?” Hannah frowns. “This is a gamble. Not to mention they can’t afford us.”

“You were the one who said earlier that the billionaires won’t stop coming to us, nor will our profits would suffer. So why not make an exception for once? After all, it’s a win-win.”

“I just don’t want to lose again.” She murmurs.

“Are you underestimating yourself and your creative team?” I cock a brow.

She turns her head, her gaze running around the room. “No.”

“Then it’s settled. We are doing this.” I announce.

Taking a long breath, I begin shelling out orders. “You both, contact them right now. Don’t affirm anything on the phone. Schedule a meeting.”

Then I turn to the star duo. “Hannah. Raleigh. I want you to begin planning a campaign. Everything should be fresh. Nothing like our old work. Make it so complex, it’d be harder for Genesis Media to even think of plagiarizing it.”

Raleigh grins. “Got it.”

“I also want new models. New faces. Hire newbies if you want to, I don’t care. I want the best of the best, am I clear?”

Hannah’s expression becomes serious, her shoulders straight like she is ready for war. “Yes, Archer.”

“Good. Let’s get this show on the road.”

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Cracking my neck, I saunter to the elevator of my apartment building.

Luckily, I don’t have to wait as the elevator arrives when I reach it. I step inside and hit the button to my floor.

The elevator’s door begins to slide shut but at the last second, a hand slips through it to prevent it from shutting completely.

I should’ve known the only person who would risk losing a limb just to stop the elevator can only be her. My neighbor.

Summer Donovan.

She takes one step inside the elevator and comes to an abrupt halt.

She twists, ready to get out.

My hand closes on the backpack she has slung over and tug her back inside.

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