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“We need to get that girl in here,” his grandfather said. “Spencer, I don’t care what you have to do, I want Coda on staff.”

“The waitress?” Pierce asked. “We don’t know her qualifications.”

“I’d say she’s much more than that.” Jack looked at his grandson. “She’s Spencer’s girlfriend and a pretty talented graphic artist. She went to NYU. I don’t care if she waits tables or cleans this office at night. She has a flair for agency work. I haven’t seen work like this from someone so green in a long time. She’s special, and we need her.” He looked at Spencer. “Why the hell didn’t you know anything about this?”

“We just started seeing one another,” Spencer admitted. “I’ve never seen her work.”

“Now you have, boy. Get her approval on these designs.”

“It’s not her approval I’m worried about,” Spencer mumbled. “We need to postpone the meeting.”

“The client is already on their way here,” Pierce said. “Get Coda in here and she can sit in on the meeting. If they like her work, we’ll offer her a job.”

“No,” Spencer said. “I’ll approach her and discuss her designs with her as a professional, but first I need to clean up your granddaughter’s mess and apologize.”

I need to apologize for so many things.

“Postpone the meeting.” Spencer looked at his brother. “Tell them we had a glitch but we will have the designs ready by the end of the day. If Coda agrees to work for us, we’ll present her logos tomorrow morning, and if not, we’ll have to let the Bradford account go.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Pierce asked. “In the forty years of this company’s history we have never lost a client. I’m not about to now because you can’t get your love life in order.”

“Maybe if you had stayed out of my love life in the first place we wouldn’t be in this predicament.” Spencer stood from the conference table. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a personal matter to deal with.”

“Jack, get him under control,” Pierce demanded.

“I can no more control him than you can manage Ava. We never should have tried to keep them together.” His grandfather walked out of the conference room with Spencer. “You do whatever you have to do to make things right with Coda.”

“I can’t force her to work for us.”

“I’m not talking about that.”

“You’re not?” The old man’s attitude surprised Spencer.

“She’s unique. I saw it in her eyes. She has a spark. But you know what I really noticed?”

“What’s that?”

“The passion in your eyes when you look at her. I’ve only seen you look that way one other time.”

“When I’m going after a national campaign?”

“When you sit in front of the piano.” He nodded. “Coda is your muse, Spencer. Whatever happened between the two of you can be fixed. Don’t lose her over a misunderstanding.”

“I don’t intend to.”

“That’s my boy.” He patted his grandson’s back. “Now go get her. I’ll handle the Bradford account.”

“Thank you.” He headed down the hall and to the elevators when his assistant stopped him. “Mr. Cannon.”

“It’ll have to wait, Lynn. I have to get to Brooklyn.” He pushed the down button. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“You have someone in your office,” she said. “A very persistent girl. Judging from her accent, she’s from Brooklyn, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She insisted that she wait in your office. She said she’d call her lawyer about that horrible article if I didn’t let her.”

“Did she?” Spencer smirked. “Her lawyer, huh?”My girl has spunk.

“Should I call security?” Lynn asked.

“No, that won’t be necessary.” He walked toward his office. “Hold all of my calls please.”

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