TO: Sean Simms
FROM: Kylie Moran
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
What question?
She was smiling as she sent the email. She leaned back in her chair as she waited for the reply.
TO: Kylie Moran
FROM: Sean Simms
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
The prescription, Kylie. Did you fill it?
She felt herself blush when she read his latest message. She could remember the discomfort she’d had a few days ago plus the fact that he had actually seen the ‘damage’.
TO: Sean Simms
FROM: Kylie Moran
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
As a matter of fact I did. Thank you.
TO: Kylie Moran
FROM: Sean Simms
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
Good girl. So, now that I know everything is fine on your end, maybe this would be a perfect opportunity for me to ask if we can have coffee one of these days. Maybe even lunch?
Kylie must have read that last email all of ten times before she sighed loudly. She leaned back in her chair and shook her head in confusion. It was not that she did not want to join him for coffee or lunch or whatever…it was the simple fact that he was Kylie Moran and he was Sean Simms, a doctor. And not only that. A good-looking doctor with everything going for him. Why the hell would she ever want anything to do with someone like her? It was not like she had much to offer anyway.
TO: Kylie Moran
FROM: Sean Simms
RE: FILLED YOUR PRESCRITION YET?
So, what do you say? I’m twiddling my thumbs in anticipation here…
She exhaled loudly just as she heard a knock on the door that made her look up to see her boss, Carl Stonebridge leaning against the doorframe.
“You look like you just saw a ghost,” he said and she forced out a smile.
“I might as well have,” she thought.
“I just have a lot on my mind, that’s all,” she said.
“Busy morning?” he asked and she shrugged.
“You could say that,” she said nodding.
“So you already heard?” he asked and she shrugged.
“Heard what?” she asked and Carl walked in.
“We are officially handling Mila Villefort’s campaign,” he started as he handed her his tablet.
“Wait. The designer?” she asked almost too excitedly and Carl nodded.
“We are talking advertising, branding…basically everything to create an international buzz before she launches her new line in four months.”
“Four…four months?” she asked shaking her head. “But that’s barely enough time to go through all fifty states.”
“I know. But she doesn’t care, you know celebrities. She has offered the company a generous bonus to make the project happen plus fifty grand to the project manager.” He looked at Kylie. “And as the head public relations officer of this company that would be you.”
“Fifty thousand dollars?” Kylie echoed in a soft voice.
“Fifty thousand dollars,” Carl said again. “That’s a good chunk of change.”
“It really, really is,” she said in a dreamy voice.
“So, are you going to take it? Or what is going to happen?” he asked and she shook her head. “Because the Christmas bonus checks are hugely dependent on your answer. But no pressure.”
“Seriously? That’s your idea of no pressure?” Kylie asked and he shrugged.
“I like to think of that as incentive,” Carl said matter-of-factly. “You know me and big unnecessary words.”
“Yeah I do,” she said as she exhaled loudly. “So in other words I have exactly three months to figure out a campaign in the Americas, Europe and Africa? Is that right?”
“Technically four months but yeah, that’s the gist of it,” Carl said nodding.
“The one month is not a factor. Everything will be moving too fast by that time for me to notice anything,” she said. “This is going to be really hard you know. I mean, Fashion Week is just around the corner and…” her voice trailed off and she smiled. “Fashion Week is just around the corner..: she said again.
“I don’t get it.,” Carl said looking confused.
“Fashion Week as the name suggest is the height of all things fashion and the New York and Milan Fashion Week are scheduled to happen in a couple of months. The right buzz can guarantee Mila launches her new Villefort line then. It will be bigger than Kanye’s weird homeless look line.”
“House of Villefort,” Carl said and Kylie raised an eyebrow over the other.
“What?” she asked and he shrugged.
“That’s the name of her label. House of Villefort,” he explained and she nodded. He looked at her and shrugged. “I’ll leave you alone to work your Fashion Month magic,” he said as he stood up.