can include tailoring experiences around their requests,” Zaire said. “Whatever your clients desire, we can assist in making that idea a reality. VIP client services will be the epitome of luxury living, no matter how our clients define luxury.”
“You’ve done your homework, I see.”
“I wouldn’t be here otherwise,” Zaire responded with an easy smile. “You are a visionary, Mr. Moore. I would love to work with you in this venture. I’m sure there is so much I can learn from you.”
“Please call me Tyrese. We are very informal around here. Tell me something. Why did you choose M.G.? We are not a big company.”
“But you have done something most large companies are still striving to do—find a niche. You know your target audience and have concentrated on providing a unique but positive customer experience.”
Tyrese pushed away from the conference table and rose to his feet. “Kaitlin will give you a tour of the rest of the building. I’ll see you for lunch.” He paused a moment before saying, “You did a great job. I’m impressed.”
She warmed at the compliment. “Thanks.”
Kaitlin was standing outside of the conference room when Zaire walked out with Tyrese.
“Ready?” she asked.
Zaire nodded.
He gave her a slight smile and walked in the direction of his office.
She resisted the urge to look back at him.
Zaire and Kaitlin took the elevator down to the first floor.
“Our screening room seats up to fifty,” Kaitlin stated. “We also have a soundstage here on the first floor.”
“I understand that there is also an exercise room and showers in the building, as well.”
Kaitlin nodded. “They are located on the second floor.”
They left the screening room and walked down the hall. “We have our own catering facilities here, as well. We often host special events.”
“How long have you worked here, Kaitlin?”
“Five years,” she responded proudly. “I was M.G.’s first employee.”
Zaire smiled. “This company has grown very quickly.”
Kaitlin agreed, “Tyrese has worked hard to make this a premiere marketing company for high-end companies like Mercedes-Benz, the Four Seasons and a host of others.”
After the tour, Zaire was taken back to the fifth floor.
They found Tyrese in an empty room two doors down from his corner office.
“What do you think?” he asked when she walked inside.
Zaire glanced around the room. “It’s empty,” she responded.
“It won’t be for long,” Tyrese stated. “That is if you’re willing to use it for your office.”
She swallowed hard. “Are you saying that you accept my proposal?”
He nodded. “I’m having the contracts drawn up as we speak. We have all of this space, so I figured you might as well work here.”
Zaire felt like hugging Tyrese, but she had to exercise restraint. “Thank you for this opportunity. You won’t regret it.”
“I look forward to a long relationship together.”
She grinned. “Same here.”
“You are free to decorate your office any way you like.”
“Do you mind if I just hang out in here for a moment?” Zaire asked.
He smiled. “I have to leave for an off-site meeting. Stay as long as you like.”
“Thank you again, Mr. Moore...Tyrese. I really appreciate your willingness to give me a chance.”
“Pilar has a lot of faith in you. I have always trusted her instincts. I see no point in changing that now.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tyrese eyed her for a moment before breaking into a smile. “Tomorrow.”
Zaire watched him walk away; his footsteps thundered down the hall. He was an extremely handsome man, but Zaire was determined to deliver everything she had promised. She vowed to prove herself a valuable asset to the Moore Group.
* * *
True to her word, Zaire was back in her new office bright and early. She noted that it had been thoroughly cleaned. A faint lemon scent still lingered in the air, and the hardwood floors gleamed.
Dressed in a pair of black jeans, a crisp white shirt and a pair of red sandals, Zaire took measurements of the windows, jotting down notes in between. She liked the platinum-colored side walls and had no plans to paint them another color. The back wall was painted a matte deep charcoal.
Zaire glanced down at her shoes and smiled. Red was the perfect accent color. She would use black-and-silver curtains in keeping with the theme, but her artwork and accessories would be red. She wanted a white desk to match the built-in bookshelves.
She turned around at the sound of a knock on the door.
“I didn’t expect you to be here this early,” Tyrese said.
“I’m an early riser, so I saw no point in waiting,” Zaire responded. “I’m ready to get started.”
“I’ll have the contract for you to review by end of day.”
She smiled. “Thanks!”
Zaire felt ripples of excitement at this new venture. She had originally planned to join her siblings in the family business, but then this opportunity had come around and Zaire just couldn’t pass it up. It was the chance of a lifetime.
She had to admit that it wasn’t just the business that excited her. Zaire was eager to get to know Tyrese. She was impressed with what she’d learned about him and totally entranced by his compelling personage.
She left the office to run some errands around noon. While she was out, Zaire decided to have lunch with Ari and Natasha.
Zaire pulled up to the Alexander-DePaul Hotel and Spa Resort in Beverly Hills. She handed the keys to the valet and entered through the revolving door.
Natasha was in the lobby when she arrived.
“Hey, you,” Zaire greeted.
“How are things going?” Natasha inquired.
“Pretty good,” Zaire answered. “I took a break from the unpacking. I can’t wait to get settled. I’m so ready to get to work.”
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