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subscription-based license service, which meant continual revenue for the company. This continual revenue pleased the shareholders and CEO. The more leads I could generate for the company, the better.
Being in the media for a huge company required I be affable with as many prospects as possible. Unfortunately this sometimes meant dealing with come-ons. I was getting used to using my looks as an escort, so I bit the bullet and learned how to use them just a bit as a media representative too. Of course, I couldn’t look as sexy at the office or on the road as I did when I was an in-call girl, but I learned how to let my hair down just a tad and invite men’s eyes to linger and roam over my clothes and my figure as I worked the office and exhibits.
As much as I hate to admit it, men loved tits, especially plump round ones like mine. It perved me out to have so many corporate professionals and sales directors focused on my cleavage throughout the heavy majority of our conversations. Their toothy, veneer and denture-laced smiles were so sleazy; but I couldn’t help but to accept the attention – and kindly reject some dinner dates – in exchange for company leads.
These leads were not only beneficial for GemTech, but for me too. If I could calculate how many of my leads actually converted to sales, I could ask for a larger raise and really make strides in my career. It was coming up on my one-year anniversary with GemTech, and I saw my value. Each contract secured meant millions of dollars in revenue for the company, so I may sound premature, but the truth was I had ambition. I worked for this from the moment I entered Yale. I invested in my career and myself for four long years. I lived for being in media communications and PR, so traveling and representing such a prestigious company that worked to change lives was everything I had ever hoped for. I couldn’t get enough of it.
Yes, I was still an escort, and escort work made a lot of money. But I was almost to the point where my living expenses were under complete control and I had almost $70,000 in savings. All I had left were my Yale student loans. Those were well over $200,000. (I didn’t get much in the way of scholarships.) I was doing everything I could to pay off all my bills so I could feel less squeezed by the costs of adulthood and truly enjoy being an independent woman, but I didn’t want to keep escorting forever. At some point, I had to give it up and let my career provide enough money to take care of me. I deserved it for all my hard work, right?
CHAPTER TWELVE
“You look amazing, Amy!” Mom greeted me at the airport.
Mom picked me up from LaGuardia. I had flown in to New York a couple of days early for the event so I could spend time with my family. The company didn’t mind. The leads I had pulled in from the last two events were converting and I was almost due for vacation time. Knowing I hadn’t seen my family in so long prompted Dean to let me leave earlier under the guise of networking more in advance.
On the drive to Connecticut, she told me about her new business, a bakery and candy boutique. Mom was a great cook and adored baking. She was also well known for her delicious confections, so getting customers was something she would not have a problem with. She showed me pictures of her location, as well as gave me the website URL.
“What do you think of it?” she asked.
To be honest, her site was nice and clean, but the branding was off. I wasn’t a marketing expert, but I did take a couple of classes. Marketing and communications were blending into one another in the current age, so it was important for any media professional to understand as much as possible for optimized digital communication.
“It’s a great start mom. Who did you use?”
“I did it myself on WIX!” She beamed proudly. “It was free!”
I groaned. “Mom whenever you get the funds, you and I are going to hire a
Being in the media for a huge company required I be affable with as many prospects as possible. Unfortunately this sometimes meant dealing with come-ons. I was getting used to using my looks as an escort, so I bit the bullet and learned how to use them just a bit as a media representative too. Of course, I couldn’t look as sexy at the office or on the road as I did when I was an in-call girl, but I learned how to let my hair down just a tad and invite men’s eyes to linger and roam over my clothes and my figure as I worked the office and exhibits.
As much as I hate to admit it, men loved tits, especially plump round ones like mine. It perved me out to have so many corporate professionals and sales directors focused on my cleavage throughout the heavy majority of our conversations. Their toothy, veneer and denture-laced smiles were so sleazy; but I couldn’t help but to accept the attention – and kindly reject some dinner dates – in exchange for company leads.
These leads were not only beneficial for GemTech, but for me too. If I could calculate how many of my leads actually converted to sales, I could ask for a larger raise and really make strides in my career. It was coming up on my one-year anniversary with GemTech, and I saw my value. Each contract secured meant millions of dollars in revenue for the company, so I may sound premature, but the truth was I had ambition. I worked for this from the moment I entered Yale. I invested in my career and myself for four long years. I lived for being in media communications and PR, so traveling and representing such a prestigious company that worked to change lives was everything I had ever hoped for. I couldn’t get enough of it.
Yes, I was still an escort, and escort work made a lot of money. But I was almost to the point where my living expenses were under complete control and I had almost $70,000 in savings. All I had left were my Yale student loans. Those were well over $200,000. (I didn’t get much in the way of scholarships.) I was doing everything I could to pay off all my bills so I could feel less squeezed by the costs of adulthood and truly enjoy being an independent woman, but I didn’t want to keep escorting forever. At some point, I had to give it up and let my career provide enough money to take care of me. I deserved it for all my hard work, right?
CHAPTER TWELVE
“You look amazing, Amy!” Mom greeted me at the airport.
Mom picked me up from LaGuardia. I had flown in to New York a couple of days early for the event so I could spend time with my family. The company didn’t mind. The leads I had pulled in from the last two events were converting and I was almost due for vacation time. Knowing I hadn’t seen my family in so long prompted Dean to let me leave earlier under the guise of networking more in advance.
On the drive to Connecticut, she told me about her new business, a bakery and candy boutique. Mom was a great cook and adored baking. She was also well known for her delicious confections, so getting customers was something she would not have a problem with. She showed me pictures of her location, as well as gave me the website URL.
“What do you think of it?” she asked.
To be honest, her site was nice and clean, but the branding was off. I wasn’t a marketing expert, but I did take a couple of classes. Marketing and communications were blending into one another in the current age, so it was important for any media professional to understand as much as possible for optimized digital communication.
“It’s a great start mom. Who did you use?”
“I did it myself on WIX!” She beamed proudly. “It was free!”
I groaned. “Mom whenever you get the funds, you and I are going to hire a
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