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Gerri’s eyes—definitely flashing gold now—studied the contract with approval. “Very thoughtful. What about photography?”
“Local professional photographer booked, plus a social media coordinator to capture real-time content for your foundation’s platforms.” Another document passed between them. “I’ve also arranged for a videographer to record your presentation for future promotional use.”
“And you arranged all this in less than a week?” Gerri’s gaze felt like sunlight, warm and penetrating.
Mila just nodded, unsure how to respond to praise she rarely received.
Her father cleared his throat. “Mila is quite efficient. However, regarding the legal agreements for the sponsorship?—”
“Tell me, Mila,” Gerri interrupted smoothly, “what drew you to include the silent auction component?”
“I noticed your foundation focuses on adult programs in underserved communities.” Mila’s confidence grew as she spoke about work she was genuinely proud of. “The auction items are all donated experiences—cooking classes, art workshops, writingcourses. Things that reinforce the joy of learning rather than just raising money.”
“Clever.” Gerri’s approval made warmth bloom in Mila’s chest. “You see connections others miss. That’s a rare gift.”
Riley shifted in her seat. “While the silent auction is lovely, shouldn’t we discuss the sponsorship terms? I’ve reviewed the agreement and?—”
“Mila, how do you handle pressure exactly?” Gerri’s question came out of nowhere.
“I...” Mila stammered as she felt everyone staring at her. “I suppose I just focus on what needs to be done.”
“Even when everyone around you is distracted or demanding, and there is drama involved?” Gerri pressed further.
“Especially then.” The answer surprised Mila with its honesty.
“And when people underestimate you?” Gerri mused softly.
The room went silent. Mila felt her father’s annoyance radiating across the table, while Riley’s amusement had transformed into something more cautious.
“I let my work speak for itself,” Mila replied shyly.
“That’s wise.” Gerri leaned back, satisfaction evident in every line of her small frame. “You have remarkable composure, intelligence, and adaptability. Plus, your work shows empathy and vision. These aren’t common qualities, especially not all in one person.”
She can’t be serious.Mila’s cheeks burned with confusion and unexpected pleasure. No one talked about her like this—like she was someone worth noticing.
“Ms. Wilder,” her father interjected, his voice tight with barely controlled frustration, “perhaps we should focus on?—”
“Oh, I am focused, Mark. Very focused indeed.” Gerri’s smile could have powered the building. “Mila, you’ve exceeded everyexpectation. This event will be perfect because you refuse to accept anything less.”
Two minutes later, the meeting concluded with signed contracts and final confirmations, but Mila felt like she was floating through someone else’s life. Her father and Riley walked Gerri out, their voices carrying down the hall as they discussed networking opportunities and future collaborations.
Mila gathered the signed documents, her hands unsteady as she placed the papers inside her portfolio.What just happened?She’d attended hundreds of meetings, but never one where she felt so... seen. Gerri had looked at her like she was solving a puzzle, finding pieces that fit together in ways Mila couldn’t comprehend.
She made her way back toward her office, her mind still spinning, when she pushed open her door and froze.
Gerri sat in Mila’s desk chair, looking perfectly at home among the organized chaos of case files and event planning materials.
“Is there something else you need?” Mila’s voice came out higher than intended.
“Yes, actually.” Gerri stood, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “I want to buy you a drink. You look like you could use some unwinding.”
“Oh, that’s very kind, but I really should finish up here.” Mila gestured toward her computer. “There’s still so much to do for next week?—”
“Nonsense.” Gerri waved her hand dismissively. “When’s the last time you let loose?”
“I don’t really?—”
“That wasn’t actually a question, dear. More of an observation.” Gerri moved toward the door with the confidence of someone accustomed to getting her way. “There’s a lovely little place down the street. I won’t take no for an answer.”
