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Chapter One 3

Henry arrives at his office to find his assistant Marion waiting with updates on various tasks and meetings, including a call from Murdock and a complaint from Mrs. Davenport. He then meets with his boss, Becks, who expresses concern over his recent late nights and emphasizes the importance of their upcoming discussions. Their relationship is built on mutual respect and friendship, with Becks having mentored Henry throughout his career in advertising.

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Chapter One 3

Henry arrives at his office to find his assistant Marion waiting with updates on various tasks and meetings, including a call from Murdock and a complaint from Mrs. Davenport. He then meets with his boss, Becks, who expresses concern over his recent late nights and emphasizes the importance of their upcoming discussions. Their relationship is built on mutual respect and friendship, with Becks having mentored Henry throughout his career in advertising.

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It was close to nine the next morning when Henry reached his office. Marion, his assistant, was
already leaning against his desk holding a cup of coffee in her hand.

“I was starting to wonder if you’d forgotten you worked here.”


He took the cup and grinned at her. “You’d think after last week’s announcement that Studio
180 is a finalist for the best ad campaign from a small agency I would earn a little slack from
you.”
“Not a chance.” The woman smiled despite her words. “Becks was just here and wanted you
to come by later today. Murdock also called and needs you to call him back ASAP and, in case
you forgot, you’re scheduled to meet with the department at ten on the Crombie account. Oh,
and a Mrs. Davenport has called twice this morning. Says she’s from your HOA. Seems kind
of anxious to talk.”
Good grief. Benny Sorensen hadn’t taken long in making her complaint. “Thanks, Marion.”
With coffee in hand, prepared just as he liked, Henry headed down the hall to Becks’s office,
returning well wishes and greetings from the half dozen people he passed. Outside her office,
he paused long enough to make sure his boss wasn’t on the phone or with someone before
knocking. She waved him in, and he sauntered into the large corner office that was a smidge
bigger than his own.
Becks gave him the same look of disapproval as his assistant when he walked in. “Glad to
see you decided to come in today. What with the late nights you’ve been keeping and the high-
profile guests you’ve been entertaining.”
He didn’t make any apologies, instead coming to stand casually in front of her desk. Becks,
who managed to emanate authority and confidence but also cool beauty with her blond hair
tucked back in a neat bun, didn’t even look up, still staring at something on her computer screen.
Becks had taken him under her wing nine years ago, when he first came on the scene at the
agency, and taught him what it took—once you had the talent, of course—to play the game in
the advertising world. He’d risen in the ranks pretty fast with her help and his marketing finesse.
He knew how to sell just about anything and it had been that talent that earned him the position
of creative director two years ago. Although Becks was still his boss, she was also a good friend.
A friend who didn’t pull any punches.
“I figured that since I nailed the Crombie account I was due a little indulgence of a late night
and even later morning.” He took a drink of coffee, noticing she looked more high-strung than
usual. “You and Stewart might want to try it some time.” Stewart being her husband. “Might
take the starch out of that shirt.”
“I’ll be sure to pass that on to him.”
“I was referring to you.”
“I know.” She finally looked up from her computer. “Although I’d love nothing more than
to spend the rest of the morning engaging in the usual bullshit, I do have something I need to
talk with you about.”

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