First message
There was a lot riding on this campaign— this client would potentially increase their current revenue by at least fifteen percent— and he could tell his team had been working hard.
Christian had been listening to his marketing director explain the final campaign concept when a quiet voice came from the other side of the room.
“If you want nobody to remember your ad.”
Silence.
Christian’s pen stopped against the table.
He slowly lifted his eyes.
The girl standing beside the coffee service seemed to realize, a second too late, that she’d spoken aloud.
Christian’s gaze moved over her before settling on her face.
I’m sorry?
She hesitated, then glanced toward the presentation.
“I just meant… it feels too obvious. Too safe.”
A few executives shifted uncomfortably.
Christian stared at her.
She was an intern. He was fairly certain of that much.
Yet she’d just dismissed a campaign he’d personally approved in front of half his executive team.
His jaw tightened.
Who is this?
The head of marketing cleared his throat.
“One of our summer interns, sir.”
Christian’s eyes returned to her.
An intern.
He leaned back slowly, studying her with an expression she couldn’t possibly read.
What’s your name?