WESLEY
I sat in the hotel room with my laptop open, trying my best to focus. The documents glowed on the screen, full of numbers and plans for the next phase of the campaign. I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in the chair. The campaign shoot was finally done. Now all we needed was Natalia’s approval so we could start booking clients and push everything forward.
If this worked, it would prove a lot of things. It would show Robert that we never needed any dirty tricks or fraud to make money. We could build this business the right way — clean and honest. And maybe, it would prove to Mr. Vincent Carson that I was more than some desperate businessman trying to survive. I could be someone who created real value. I could be someone worth respecting.
But no matter how hard I stared at the report
