Chapter 12

GIA

After Cleo and I finished eating lunch, we returned to the office. I prepared my meeting with Mr. Soler in the boardroom.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Soler. How are you I stood up and shook his hand as he approached. My secretary sat beside me to take notes.

"I'm good, thank you. How are you?" he replied with a smile. He is in his late sixties and is acquainted with my father. He sat on the chair opposite me.

"Fine, thanks. Can I offer you something to drink? Coffee, tea, water?"

"Just water is fine," he responded. He unbuttoned his coat for comfort.

I signaled my secretary to get some water. There is a built-in fridge in the conference room. The table was designed like a buffet table on the side because my father used to host dinners here.

"So, let's get down to business," I said to him.

We both opened the folders in front of us. "So, you have a new brandy and you wanted a commercial for it. Do you have any ideas in mind of how you want it to be?"

"I want something different," he c