work.
Renee inhales, and exhales heavily, and her palms begin to
sweat. She is nervously anticipating her verbal part of the present ation, which is vastly approaching. Soon Melaine pauses.
"Now, for the remainder of the time I am going to ask for some help from
one of our designers. She is responsible for shaping the overall layout into
what you see before you." Melaine informs the gro up.
Renee smiles nervously, and slowly walks over to the center of the room to meet
Melaine. Her knees buckle slightly, just before she reaches Melaine's position. "Oh God, please don't let me fall
on my face." Renee prays inwardly.
Colin remains transfi xed. He
hasn't taken his eyes off Renee since he first noticed her.
"Everyone, meet Renee Wainwright." Melaine
proudly introduces her apprentice. She knows that she is taking a huge gamble
taking Renee under her wing in the way she is doing. She expects t here to be a backlash, particularly from Colin Winston, but
the revolutionary Melaine Nordstrom is ready for it. Melaine switches places
with Renee, and Renee begins.
"So, we created a design that will be able to visually
stimulate across platforms..." Re nee begins. She
stutters a few times during her first few sentences, then stops. She swallows
hard, and looks down at her hands. The room buzzes softly, and Colin appears
perplexed displaying a creased forehead.
"Umph..." Melaine loudly clears her throat . It startles Renee, and she attempts to begin again. Just
before starting again, she recalls her many pep talks with Melaine, and it
propels her.
"Let me unpack the dimensions of the layout, and how
it will be translated in print, video, and elsewhere..." Renee is off and running. She finds her sweet spot, and
flows in it. Look above their heads...look above their heads. She repeats to herself while delivering
her spiel.
Melaine smiles, and surveys everyone's facial expression
during Renee's pitch. Colin in particular, appears
astonished, confused, and unhappy.
Uh-oh! I'm going to hear a mouthful from Mr. Winston. We'll
see how far I can use my "we're-cousins-almost-siblings card" . Melaine thinks. No one at BYWINSTON,
except Travis knows that Melaine, and Colin are
cousins - not even her devoted assistant Marina. They made a pact not to share
the information with anyone. Melaine prefers it. She believes it allows her the
freedom to motivate, mobilize, and gain the respect of her staff, purely on her
own cr edit as an effective leader.
Renee completes her part of the presentation abruptly, and
takes a deep breath.
"Thank you for explaining our design marvelously
Renee." Melaine stands, and addresses the audience immediately.
Renee shuffles over to her origin al position, and
sighs heavily.
"Are there any questions Mr. Lampros?" Melaine
continues.
"So many questions Melaine." Caspian says
playfully. "I absolutely love it! It is modern...um, cutting edge, yet
still classy." He tells Melaine with a thick mediter ranean accent. "Will this young woman also continue
developing it with you...for television and so on..." Caspian asks.
Renee's eyes widen, she swallows hard, then looks at Melaine for her response.
"Well, Renee is one of the designers on my team,
and..." Melaine begins to explain until Caspian
cuts her off.
"She is married to it...I hear her passion. She must be an important part, or else I will
not be happy." Caspian announces.
The entire room hums with murmurs. Colin stands, and
strides hastily to join Melaine at the front of the
room. "Of course Caspian...You are correct...A designer with such passion
must be an important part of your project." Colin says, and looks at Renee
mischievously.
A chill runs down Renee's spine. What the heck is happening he re? She grows genuinely concerned. One day Colin is like a mean ogre, the next he's approving of
me? What?! Renee is noticeably uncomfortable and begins to stare at
her shoes. Caspian on the other hand is amused.
"Now I am happy." Caspian says