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meets both criteria with high marks, the client agrees to sign off on the work.”
“So, we’re going to uncover the emotional aspects of a purchase decision.” My tone edged on sarcasm. I’d heard this story before from research gurus—uncovering core values, laddering interviews—each with its own annoying set of new buzz words.
Bradley stared at me for several seconds longer than necessary. “We go out on the street and ask.” The tilt at the edge of his mouth turned smirky and he wore it well. “We’re the canvassers. And by we, I mean the client as well as research and creative.”
Axel jumped in. “We all do eight hours out on the street. Jordan has agreed to be there for at least part of the day, along with the Advertising Director and VP of Marketing for Personal Care Products. This is huge people. The client is going to participate in the interview process.”
“We give the client a shared experience, one-on-one with the consumer.” Bradley set down his Earl Grey. “There’s an in-depth briefing this afternoon, three to five in the creative conference room.”
When we all stared, Bradley looked to Axel.
“I put it on the calendar last week,” Axel growled. “I expect perfect attendance. Priority one. Anyone who has to beg off clears it with me.”
Several of us rose to leave.
Axel’s assistant Yolanda poked her head around the door wearing her raised-brow reminder face.
“Oh yeah. Listen. Building security called early this morning. Expect a visit from Homeland Security this afternoon.” Axel shook his head. “Something to do with the blackout last night.”
My mouth dropped open.
Facing a number of curious looks, our fearless leader elaborated. “As you know, the owner and largest occupier of this building is Google, along with a serious bundle of communications trunk lines that just happen to serve the entire eastern seaboard. I’m told this will be nothing too intrusive. They’re going to take a look at building security tapes. Ask a few questions.” Axel scrutinized Derek and Mark, who were the first ones out the door. “Be nice.”
Lordy, Lordy—you are so screwed, Gracie.
Clear as a bell, Grandma Nona’s voice was in my head spewing a litany of curse words followed by, “Forgive me for swearing, sweet Jesus.”
All I could think about was the stand-up, against-the-rails fuckery going on in that elevator last night. I gazed across the room at Bradley, whose stare bored into me. My tawny-colored skin must have turned lily-white, because he shifted his eyes, slightly. One of those eye to eye, meet you outside communications.
Security tapes. Why hadn’t I thought about those last night? Especially after the emergency lights came back on. The answer to that question trailed several coworkers behind me. I inhaled a deep breath and made my way back to the creative department.
Sarah followed me into my office, with Bradley a few steps behind her.
When he arched a brow at Sarah, I sighed. “She knows.”
His brow lowered, but the quietly reproving glare, remained.
“She’s a friend, we can trust her.”
Sarah raised her pledge hand. “What happens inside Otis stays inside Otis.”
Bradley leaned back against the closed door. “Obviously, we forgot about the security cameras—maybe because of the black out, I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Gracie.”
“It’s not your fault.” I exhaled a loud sigh. “I can face down the men in black, it’s those building security guys I have to meet and greet every day.”
Sarah nodded. “They gossip.”
I bit my lower lip. “We’re probably too late. The boys downstairs have already had an eye full.”
“Maybe not.” Bradley’s stoicism eased my fears. “I’m going down there—see if I can get my hands on the lift tape. I trust we have some sort of video facilities?” He searched both our faces.
“We have a fully equipped post-production facility, and Sarah is an
“So, we’re going to uncover the emotional aspects of a purchase decision.” My tone edged on sarcasm. I’d heard this story before from research gurus—uncovering core values, laddering interviews—each with its own annoying set of new buzz words.
Bradley stared at me for several seconds longer than necessary. “We go out on the street and ask.” The tilt at the edge of his mouth turned smirky and he wore it well. “We’re the canvassers. And by we, I mean the client as well as research and creative.”
Axel jumped in. “We all do eight hours out on the street. Jordan has agreed to be there for at least part of the day, along with the Advertising Director and VP of Marketing for Personal Care Products. This is huge people. The client is going to participate in the interview process.”
“We give the client a shared experience, one-on-one with the consumer.” Bradley set down his Earl Grey. “There’s an in-depth briefing this afternoon, three to five in the creative conference room.”
When we all stared, Bradley looked to Axel.
“I put it on the calendar last week,” Axel growled. “I expect perfect attendance. Priority one. Anyone who has to beg off clears it with me.”
Several of us rose to leave.
Axel’s assistant Yolanda poked her head around the door wearing her raised-brow reminder face.
“Oh yeah. Listen. Building security called early this morning. Expect a visit from Homeland Security this afternoon.” Axel shook his head. “Something to do with the blackout last night.”
My mouth dropped open.
Facing a number of curious looks, our fearless leader elaborated. “As you know, the owner and largest occupier of this building is Google, along with a serious bundle of communications trunk lines that just happen to serve the entire eastern seaboard. I’m told this will be nothing too intrusive. They’re going to take a look at building security tapes. Ask a few questions.” Axel scrutinized Derek and Mark, who were the first ones out the door. “Be nice.”
Lordy, Lordy—you are so screwed, Gracie.
Clear as a bell, Grandma Nona’s voice was in my head spewing a litany of curse words followed by, “Forgive me for swearing, sweet Jesus.”
All I could think about was the stand-up, against-the-rails fuckery going on in that elevator last night. I gazed across the room at Bradley, whose stare bored into me. My tawny-colored skin must have turned lily-white, because he shifted his eyes, slightly. One of those eye to eye, meet you outside communications.
Security tapes. Why hadn’t I thought about those last night? Especially after the emergency lights came back on. The answer to that question trailed several coworkers behind me. I inhaled a deep breath and made my way back to the creative department.
Sarah followed me into my office, with Bradley a few steps behind her.
When he arched a brow at Sarah, I sighed. “She knows.”
His brow lowered, but the quietly reproving glare, remained.
“She’s a friend, we can trust her.”
Sarah raised her pledge hand. “What happens inside Otis stays inside Otis.”
Bradley leaned back against the closed door. “Obviously, we forgot about the security cameras—maybe because of the black out, I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Gracie.”
“It’s not your fault.” I exhaled a loud sigh. “I can face down the men in black, it’s those building security guys I have to meet and greet every day.”
Sarah nodded. “They gossip.”
I bit my lower lip. “We’re probably too late. The boys downstairs have already had an eye full.”
“Maybe not.” Bradley’s stoicism eased my fears. “I’m going down there—see if I can get my hands on the lift tape. I trust we have some sort of video facilities?” He searched both our faces.
“We have a fully equipped post-production facility, and Sarah is an
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