CYRIL’S POV
I leaned back in the leather chair at the head of the table, watching as the strategy deck clicked through slides on the screen.
The numbers were insane, nearly two thousand orders in less than twenty-four hours. Five f*****g minutes was all it took for the entire collection to sell out.
“This is pretty impressive.” I voiced out, feeling a surge of pride inside. Considering the luxury price they had placed on their pieces, the speed was commendable, and they just needed to keep attention on their brand.
“It is, sir!” Larry, one of the guys I had brought with me, spoke. I had told Jamie to get in touch with him this morning. I wanted him and his team to work on branding.
He has worked for many grand companies, including mine, and although he planned to retire next year,
