Billionaire’s Lost Angel

Peter sat at the head of the long, mahogany table in his luxurious office, surrounded by his board of directors. The room was filled with the scent of leather and power, a testament to Peter’s success as a businessman. Even as he just arrived in New York he was already securing contracts. The directors leaned forward, their faces serious and stern.

“We need a brand influencer, Peter,” one of the directors stated firmly, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the room. “Our competitors are miles ahead in terms of marketing strategies. We need to step up our game if we want to stay relevant.”

Peter sighed, running a hand through his thick, salt-and-pepper hair. He had never been a fan of influencers. The idea of paying someone to promote his company’s products felt disingenuous and forced. Just that it was needed and he needed one to put his company out there. He knew that in this digital age, influencers held a significant sway over consumer behavior.

“I know, I know,” Peter replied, exasperated. “I just don’t see the point. We’ve built this company from the ground up, and now we’re supposed to rely on some young social media sensation to take us to the next level?”

The directors exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to convince their stubborn CEO. They had worked with Peter for years, witnessing first-hand his unwavering determination and strong aversion to change. They were even more surprised when he agreed to come to New York.

Just as the meeting seemed to be dragging on, a thought flashed through Peter’s mind. “Wait,” he said, placing his hands on the table, palms down. “I remember seeing someone at the party last week, Caleb, I think his name was. They introduced him as a major brand influencer in New York.”

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Peter had a memory like a steel trap, his mind cataloging every detail. He remembered the sinister look on Caleb’s face, and he knew there was something about Caleb that was unsettling. The directors saw their chance and seized it.

“Caleb, yes! He’s one of the most sought-after influencers in the industry,” one of them said enthusiastically. “If we could get him on board, it would make a significant difference to our business.”

Peter hesitated, his distaste for influencers still lingering in his mind. But he couldn’t deny the logic of their argument. If Caleb could truly boost their company’s reach and visibility, it was worth considering. Reluctantly, he made up his mind.

“Fine,” Peter said, finally giving in. “Arrange a meeting with Caleb. Let’s see what he has to offer.”

The next day, Peter anxiously awaited Caleb’s arrival. He paced back and forth in his office, his eyes fixed on the digital clock on his desk. A sleek black car pulled into the company’s parking lot, catching his attention. Peter peeked through the blinds, curious to see if it was Caleb.

Sure enough, a tall figure emerged from the car and climbed the stone steps leading to the entrance. It was Caleb, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, with an air of confidence that exuded from him.

Moments later, Caleb strode into Peter’s office, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Peter stiffened his dislike for the man resurfaced. But he knew that he had to put his personal feelings aside for the sake of his company. Not when George was hot on his trails.

“Good morning, Peter,” Caleb greeted, extending his hand for a firm handshake.

Peter reluctantly shook his hand, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Good morning, Caleb. Please, have a seat.”

They settled in the plush chairs on opposite sides of the large desk, Peter studying Caleb carefully. Despite his reservations, he had to admit that there was an undeniable magnetism about the young man.

They delved into a lengthy discussion, weighing the merits of various models and campaigns. Caleb listened attentively, his eyes shining with enthusiasm as he shared his insights and experiences.

“I have the perfect model for your brand,” Caleb finally said, breaking through the thick cloud of skepticism that had settled around Peter. “She’s stunning, charismatic, and has a massive following on social media. With her as the face of your company, you’ll see a significant boost in sales and brand recognition.”

Peter leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his cold martini. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of a successful collaboration. Perhaps Caleb wasn’t just another shallow influencer after all.

“I appreciate your expertise, Caleb,” Peter said, his voice tinged with lingering doubt. “But forgive me if I’m a bit skeptical. I’ve seen many influencers come and go, promising the moon and delivering nothing. How can I trust that your model will make a difference? And how am I sure that your models don’t reap their clients?”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Caleb leaned forward, a confident gleam in his eyes. “Peter, I understand your reservations. But trust me when I say that working with me will be a game-changer for your company. I’ve built my reputation on delivering results, and I won’t let you down.”

Peter stared at Caleb, weighing his words carefully. The man exuded an air of self-assurance that was hard to overlook. Perhaps it was time for Peter to put aside his preconceived notions and embrace the ever-evolving landscape of marketing.

“Alright, Caleb. Bring your best model to meet with my team tomorrow,” Peter said, a flicker of hope igniting within him. “Let’s see if you truly have what it takes to take my company to another level.”

Caleb smiled, standing up from his chair. “You won’t be disappointed, Peter. Tomorrow will be the start of an incredible partnership.”

As Caleb exited Peter’s office, leaving the CEO lost in his thoughts, Peter reached for his phone and dialed a number. He was mobilizing his resources, determined to keep a watchful eye on Caleb’s activities. He couldn’t afford to be blindsided, not in this cutthroat world of business.

That night, as the moon cast its ethereal glow over the city, Peter stood on the balcony of his penthouse, contemplating the events that were about to unfold. He sipped his martini, the cold liquid soothing his troubled mind.

He called in his trusted men, giving them clear instructions to keep a close eye on Caleb, to monitor his every move. From the shadows, his men saluted and disappeared into the night, ready to execute their mission with precision.

As the night grew darker, Peter found himself wondering if Caleb could truly be the catalyst his company needed. Only time will tell. In the depths of his mind, a faint glimmer of hope finally emerged. Then his mind went down again at the thought of Lotus. He would turn the whole New York upside down to find her.