“We do, but that’s not why I came in here. You know that meeting we scheduled for tomorrow afternoon?”
“The one with Urban Trax?”
“Yep. It’s been cancelled.”
“What’s Urban Trax?” Ben asked.
“Only the second largest sporting goods retailer in the United States,” Miriam said.
“And the fact that you haven’t heard of them is exactly why they need our help rebranding,” Holly added before turning back to Miriam. “So what’s the problem?”
“They fired their CEO. I guess there was some sort of scandal. I didn’t press for details.”
“Oh no! So now what are they going to do?”
Miriam shrugged. “Sounds like they’ve already got a new CEO lined up and he wants to keep moving ahead. But he wants to meet with us first. Start over from ground zero, really assess where they’re going.”
“Ugh,” Holly said, closing her eyes. “We’re too swamped with other work to pile more on our plates. Do you think we should hire someone else to help restart the process?”
“I might have the bandwidth,” Miriam said. “I just handed off the Jamboree Jams account to Sarah, so I have an unexpected opening in my schedule.”
“You?” Ben said. “In charge of a sporting goods store?” He grinned and squeezed Holly’s foot. “This should be interesting.”
Miriam rolled her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean, Smarty McSnootypants?”
“Just that you’re the last person in the world I could ever imagine working with a client like that. Your idea of outdoorsy is walking from the car to the nail salon.”
Holly laughed, secretly delighted by the teasing that always erupted between Ben and her best friend. “And your idea of roughing it is having to wait two weeks between pedicure appointments,” she chimed in. “Or missing your morning espresso from Starbucks.”
“And her favorite form of exercise is running—her charge card!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Miriam said, waving a dismissive hand. “And the last time I went hiking was when the escalator broke at Barney’s. I’ve heard it. I still think I can handle the account.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt you can handle it,” Holly said. “My question is whether they can handle you?”
Miriam grinned and folded her arms over her chest. “I certainly hope so.”
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