Page 40 of Destined To Fall

“We’ve been texting nonstop.”

“And?”

“Nothing,” he says, with a smile in his tone.

“Whatever. Why are you really up so late? It’s almost two in the morning. Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“Don’t you?”

“Nope. I worked all weekend. I have a blissful day off.”

“You’re going to waste it sleeping all day, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay, now I hate you. I have a client flying in first thing tomorrow for my pitch, and I’ve got nothing.”

“You’re working on a Sunday night? Oh, that’s rough.”

“Didn’t you just say you worked all weekend?”

“Yeah, but I have Monday off.” I smile at the thought.“Do you really have nothing?”

“I just don’t like what I’ve got. The slideshow is mediocre. Theentirepresentation sucks.”

“Send it to me.”

“What? My slideshow?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell you if it’s shit.”

He chuckles.“I’m telling you it’s shit.”

“I’m not exactly going to trust anything coming out of your mouth. I’m hanging up and texting you my email.”

“Viv, it’s two in the morning…”

“Are you going to sleep?”

“No.”

“Neither am I.”

I hang up and text him my email, telling him to make it quick because we’re both losing beauty sleep.

J: You can afford to lose some.

V: And you can’t?

J: Are you calling me pretty?

V: Send the damn email, Jer.

J: Ha ha. Sent.

We spend the next two hours fixing his campaign. The slideshow was fine, but boring. He was targeting the wrong audience and pitching all over the place. The clients would have come in, seen the same thing everyone else no doubt would have put together, and left, never to be seen again.

“How did you do it?” he asks.

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