Page 35 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“Have you read the proposed contract? Gimmel, trust is the foundation of any successful partnership. My journey from an assistant to the top of the sports management world has been built on trust and delivering results. I’m here to champion your aspirations, to strategically position you for endorsement deals, media exposure, and the opportunities that will elevate your career. Trust me, you’re in perfect hands here.”

Gimmel pondered over Marcus’ words, a glimmer of excitement igniting in his eyes.

“Okay, Marcus. I’m willing to give this a shot. But I need to see your commitment, your vision for my future.”

Bingo. Marcus reached into his briefcase and placed a meticulously prepared folder on the table; it was chock full with strategic plans, market analysis, and success stories of his clients.

Gimmel picked it up, flipping over some silently and taking sips of his drink.

“Gimmel, this is just a glimpse of the personalized roadmap we would create for your career. We leave no stone unturned in our pursuit of excellence. From brand partnerships to community engagement, we will position you as a global icon, on and off the court. Got it?”

“Tell me more.”

As they delved deeper into the details, the conversation flowed effortlessly, guided by Marcus’ persuasive charm and strategic insights. He answered every one of Gimmel’s questions with clarity and conviction. He was ready.

When the dessert plates were cleared away, Gimm extended his hand, a smile gracing his face.

“I’m impressed by your vision and dedication. Let’s make this happen. I’m ready to join your team and take my career to the next level.”

Marcus shook Gimmel’s hand firmly, a triumphant glint in his eyes.

“Michael, welcome to the family. Together, we will achieve greatness and make waves in the industry. I promise you won’t regret this decision.”

As they toasted to their partnership, the clinking of glasses resonated with the echoes of a successful wooing.

“To solidify a bond that would shape both our futures.”

“I have to go now; I’ll send over the files to my lawyer. I look forward to joining you next season.”

Marcus grinned and reveled in the satisfaction of another conquest.

***

“Hey, baby. Did you miss me?”

Marcus looked up from his seat, his eyes immediately drawn to the stunning figure that had just walked into the restaurant. Scarlett, radiant as ever, made her way towards him, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.

She sat across from him, one leg on top of the other and draped her fur coat over her chair.

Every time he saw her, Marcus couldn’t help but be captivated by her beauty, despite being aware of her shallow tendencies. He stood up, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Scarlett honey, you know I always miss you. You look breathtaking tonight.”

Scarlett got up and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Marcus’ cheek before taking her seat across from him.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Marcus darling. So, tell me, what have you been up to? “

Marcus leaned back in his chair.

“Just closing a deal with Michael, an up-and-coming basketball star. He’s got incredible potential, and I’m excited to see where our partnership takes him.”

Scarlett’s eyes sparkled with interest as she sipped her champagne.

“Ah, always the ambitious one, aren’t you? Speaking of ambition, I have a plan, Marcus. A plan to make Roman pay for what he did to me.”

Marcus arched an eyebrow. She always found a way to bring him into their conversation.

“Tell me more, Scarlett. What’s your game?”

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