Benedict
Benedict leaned back in his leather office chair, watching as the top executives from yet another marketing firm filed out, offering polite nods as they departed. Adam glanced over at him with a tight-lipped expression, and Jacob, seated beside him, shifted uncomfortably. The last few hours had been filled with back-to-back meetings, all with marketing firms claiming to be industry leaders, yet none of them seemed to capture the vision Benedict had in mind.
Benedict had entered each meeting hoping for a spark—an idea, a fresh angle, something that would assure him they understood the competitive edge he was looking for. Instead, he was met with the same predictable strategies and uninspired concepts, each firm offering little more than buzzwords and trends without substance.
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