"And if it's because we actively donate to charity?"
"Dude," he sounded amused. "You know any donations are a tax write-off. I'd be throwing more at it. Ten percent? Move it to fifty."
"Thanks."
I hung up, turning to look at Sally. "Let's book this agency."
She sucked in a breath. "Are you sure?"
I looked back at the screen. "Yeah. Let's do it."
Chapter Six
Millie
I smoothed my skirt down, my palms sweaty as fuck. Beside me, Keiko stared straight ahead, her expression neutral.
"You good?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm shitting myself and trying not to look like I am. So, no."
I grinned. "Well, at least we look like we belong."
Mai, Keiko's sister, was in her final year at high school taking AP classes in fashion design. She wanted to specialize in eco-friendly clothing. When we'd mentioned the campaign to her, she'd practically orgasmed, demanding to make us a suite of corporate wear.
"Dogg Wood Industries is legendary in the eco-space," she'd told us, as she'd taken our measurements. "Ash Dogg built the first green battery—every part of it can be recycled or breaks down to compost. The company prides itself on being carbon neutral and improving the environment. Did you know the CEO and CFO purchased tracks of land in Capricorn Cove just to stop developers?"
I hadn't known, but now I did. And it scared the shit out of me.
Please let this go well. Please, please, PLEASE!
"Ms. Hawthorn? Ms. Sakamoto? I'm Sally Turner, head of public relations. Mr. Dogg will see you now."
I swallowed, exchanging a terrified look with Keiko as the stern-looking woman led us through the offices.
"Nice place you've got here," Keiko said as we passed open-plan desk spaces decorated in a variety of colors.
"Mr. Dogg believes in friendly competition. Each work area and team are invited to create their own names and symbols. He believes it makes them more cohesive."
"That's really cool. What's your team called?"
Sally glanced at me; her expression frosty. "We don't have a name."
Over her head, Keiko sent me wide eyes.
Well, she seems like a barrel of fun.
"We're here."
She pushed open the door to the meeting room, revealing a square table at which sat four people—two men and two women.
I stumbled to a halt as my gaze caught on the man sitting at the far side of the table, his expression as equally as stunned as mine.
"It's—"
"—you!"
I stared at him as he pushed to a stand, my face flaming.
