Chapter Seven

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Lucas "...and that is why we should pitch our tent with the Michaelsons Group as early as possible," my marketing director concluded, her voice laced with conviction and pride. A rain of applause echoed through the conference room, a sign of unanimous approval from the executives seated around the table. I sat back slightly in my chair, fingers grazing the beard along my jawline as I gave her proposal one final scan. Every word was calculated, and every strategy was well-aligned. It was exactly what I wanted. “Beautiful,” I finally remarked with a nod of approval, extending my hand for a firm handshake. She stepped forward, her eyes lighting up as her palm met mine. “Go ahead with this strategy,” I said. “Let me know everything you’ll need to execute it, and I’ll make it available.” “

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