The Meridian client is a man named Gerard Foss.
Fifties, self made, the kind of man who built Something real from nothing and has spent the subsequent twenty years being told by people in expensive offices that his instincts are wrong. He walks into Harlow's boardroom on Wednesday morning with the defensive energy of someone who has been managed rather than heard for four years and has learned to expect more of the same.
He stops when he sees me.
Not because I am impressive. Because I am unexpected.
"I was told Helena would be running this," he says to the room generally.
"Helena runs the company," I say, standing. "I run your account. Camille Vann, Senior Creative Director. Sit down Mr. Foss, I have something to show you."
He sits. Slowly. The way people sit when they
