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There were a few interesting ideas as well. Taylor L Jones Agency suggested that we nix the showings altogether and do a viral, secretive campaign where we drum up a lot of attention for the brand before revealing the jewelry.
    Mirrorview Group suggested striving for the less affluent market. By making the pieces truly desirable for our lower income consumers, they could become highly sought after keepsake pieces, which would potentially open us up for a bigger market share without dropping current consumer loyalty. We went through the assessments and proposed costs of each pitch and landed on Sunstreak Advertising, who we have worked with previously with great success, and Mirrorview.”
    Eliza paused, glancing around amongst the gathered talking heads to see if anyone had any questions so far.
    “So we haven’t locked down our preferred candidate yet?” James Abbott asked, sipping on whiskey.
    Damien had to hand it to the old dog – he had always scoffed at expectations and done what he pleased. Even if that meant 9 a.m. whiskey. Not a bad role model to strive for, though – Damien Thatch wasn’t exactly the man to bow to the whims of the press or social stigmas either.
    “No. It really depends on which approach we want to go with. Classic and beautiful or go out on a limb and possibly fail horribly.” Eliza didn’t leave much in the way of having to guess which approach she preferred.
    Damien pursed his lips thoughtfully. Mirrorview Group. That was the company where Kiara had worked. Just the thought of her made him harden and his heart beat just a bit faster. Instead of sleeping around and having a ball as he usually did whenever he went out, lately Damien had been rather subdued in his debauchery. Suddenly, other women hadn’t been able to excite him, and his thoughts kept going back to Kiara’s lush ass and soft touch. Hmm, he wouldn’t mind seeing her again, even if it was just for work.
    “What if we give them both a shot,” Damien said, receiving surprised glances from the board.
    He rarely spoke up on marketing decisions. Damien Thatch was well known for his business savvy, but it prevailed itself more in branding and emerging market research, and he’d made a point of not butting in with some of the lesser decisions. But, Kiara was a good enough reason the change his ways.
    “What do you mean by that?” Eliza asked, keeping her voice level with great difficulty. Damien had to stifle the smirk that wanted to hang on his lips. He liked flustering her every now and then. Frankly, she deserved it.
    “I mean we contract both of them to provide us with thought-out booking plans, assets, timelines, etc. And then we decide which way is better. I think we can all agree that the Cadence line is important enough that no expense should be spared in finding the best approach, hmm?”
    A line of nods. Good. Eliza had blanched, the surprise sucking the color out of her cheeks. Even better.
    “I have some business in Los Angeles anyway. I wouldn’t mind overseeing the Mirrorview Group personally while I set up the L.A. office. Eliza can continue her work with Sunstreak. Anyone opposed?” Silence. Perfect.
    ***
    The private jet set down in LAX the next day. It was a gorgeous, sunny day, and Damien wouldn’t have accepted anything less. He bypassed the regular hustle and bustle via private corridors reserved for the VIPs, and before too long, he was snug behind the steering wheel of his silver Mercedes Benz SLR, blazing down the highway.
    Damien lived for moments like that – moments when he was in perfect control and nothing could tear it from him. He took a sharp right off the highway, and soon enough, he was trekking through the narrow roads around Topanga, enjoying the deafening roar of the engine as it took him further from the noise of the city.
    When the last speck of immediate civilization shrunk from sight, he breathed easier. He loved clearing his mind – being alone with his thoughts and behind the