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throw the baby
out with the bathwater,” I said. “And you don’t
throw away a proud history just because today’s market has
become disconnected from it.” I clicked the remote, pulling up
graphics and statistics. “And today’s market wants to
connect with history, any history. Hipsters and millennials, they’re
disenfranchised and dying to feel like they’re a part of
something bigger. And when these corporations—” I
gestured behind me—“played that angle, they saw a
thirty-five to fifty-five percent rise in sales to the 21-34
demographic.”
    Both Chuck and Hunter sat up visibly
higher in their seats, intrigued, but Harry just sneered. “So
your big idea is just to copy what other people have done? Guess this
is what you get when you ask a woman for something original.”
    Next to him, the other Douchebros
shifted, clearly uncomfortable. It was one thing to insult me when I
was on my own, with no way for me to back up any allegations I might
want to make. It was apparently another thing entirely to do it in
front of a potential client, who might decide not to go with our
company at all if Harry kept this up. Poor Douchebros—they
wanted to back up their alpha male, but they also wanted to keep
their jobs. It must be so difficult being an asshole.
    Meanwhile, Hunter’s glare could
have frozen lava. “You’ve had your turn.” He
directed his gaze back to me, dismissing Harry completely. “How
would you suggest we implement your plan, Miss Bartlett?”
    I smiled sweetly, forcing myself not to
dwell on my nemeses. “Well, obviously we’d need to do
in-depth research of your company, get a look at all the first-hand
documentation we can find,” I explained. “This won’t
work with just the info we can pull off Wikipedia. Of course, we will
need to use the internet—basically, I’m thinking we begin
to establish an online presence, reaching out to fans with fun
messages while also creating a historical archive that we’ll be
updating. Are you familiar with George Takei’s online presence?
A good sense of humor mixed with some real feeling, plus a talented
PR team that took him from ‘obscure original Star Trek actor’
to ‘Internet celebrity’ overnight. I really think we
could take a page from his book.”
    “I’m sorry,” Chuck
interrupted, “but a historical archive? That’s just not
sexy. That’s not going to sell.” The Douchebros murmured
in agreement, but I refused to back down.
    “With all due respect,” I
said, setting my jaw. “If you go with the sex angle, you’ll
only be drowning yourself in a sea of identical alcohol ads. You need
something that stands out from the pack, something that’s at
once both culturally relevant and timeless, something classic,
something that says…” I paused, grasping for exactly the
right word, every set of eyes in the room glued to me. And then, what
Hunter mentioned earlier about Knox being a ‘family business’
came rushing back. “That says legacy ,” I finished.
The room went silent.
    “Legacy. You’re absolutely
right,” Hunter said, standing abruptly and holding out his
hand. A warm smile spread itself across his face. “I love it.
You’ve got the job.”
    For a second I could only stare at his
hand in shock, as if I expected it to disappear. I had put together
the strongest case I could, and I’d hoped I could succeed, but
this was so sudden—my heart was suddenly going a million miles
a minute, a buzzing filled my ears—
    I had the job.
    I had the job.
    I had the job!
    I realized his hand was still hanging
there, and I grabbed it. A tingle of electricity shot through me at
his firm grasp, and the warmth of his skin. His honey eyes were so
warm, so inviting…his thumb brushed lightly over my palm…Oh
God, was I blushing?
    I pumped his hand heartily to try to
distract from my rapidly reddening cheeks. “Thank you, Mr.
Knox! I won’t let you down!”
    Now all I had to do was keep that
promise.
     
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