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“What will that do?” she asks.
I wave. “Five words you want to see in your commercial. Not the actual word but the feelings or actions. For example, love, crying…”
She glances at her father. “Really, Enzo, I think we have enough information. Let us think this one over.”
Mr. Jacobson shakes his head.
My blood pressure rises, and I feel the blood pulsing in my neck. I have no doubt that everyone at this table can probably see it.
“Are you looking for just a mother in the commercial?” Even I hear the panic in my voice. Calm down.
“Or are you looking for a shared moment between parents?” Annie chimes in.
I really don’t need her input, but Blair’s eyes light up and she grants Annie all her attention.
“Like how?” I ask, drawing her attention back my way.
“You figure babies bring people together. A couple doesn’t have to be married or even like one another to smile at their baby with one another. Families come together when a baby is born. It’s magical when a new life is brought into the world.” I swear Annie’s eyes are tearing up.
Blair points at her. “Exactly.” She looks back my way. “That’s what we want, what she just said.”
“A family? You’re in luck, I come from a big Italian family. I know all about family. Give us a couple weeks and we’ll have a whole new campaign ready for you.” I slide out from the table, offering my hand to Blair Peterson.
She stands and nods to her father, shaking my hand.
“Will she be on your team?” Bill Peterson asks.
Mr. Jacobson smiles at Annie and back at me. “I’ll make certain of it,” he answers before I can say that she’s an assistant. And not even my own.
“Great. It’s been a pleasure.”
“I’ll see you out.” Annie walks Mr. Peterson, his daughter, and the rest of his people out of the room and Mr. Jacobson joins them.
I slump down in the chair, Billy across from me.
“I don’t get it,” I say.
“She kind of saved our asses.” Billy stands.
She returns, standing in the doorway.
“Thanks, Annie.” Billy pats her on the back on his way out.
“Have a great weekend, Mr. Mancini.” She smiles and leaves the conference room.
I don’t bother mentioning the celebratory dinner we were supposed to be having. There’s not much to celebrate at the moment unless you count being upstaged by an assistant.
