***Vivienne’s POV (Cont.)***
I swallowed hard.
My throat felt tight and bitter, as if every word I spoke would hurt.
Still, I forced myself to stand straight in front of Alexander’s desk.
“Isabella Blackwood’s public image doesn’t match the product,” I said calmly.
“She represents a cold, distant elegance. This campaign is built around warmth and relatability.”
I explained everything clearly.
Logically.
Professionally.
Because this was my field.
And I understood branding better than anyone in this company.
Alexander looked at me.
But not really at me.
“This is your responsibility,” he said flatly.
“Handle it.”
My fingers tightened slightly.
“The endorsement is important to Isabella,” he continued. “You’ll personally supervise it.”
Not a discussion.
A decision.
My chest f
