Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0284

DENNIS

I leaned back against my seat and gazed out the window at the airport's bustling terminal as I waited for my meeting to adjourn.

"Alright team, let's review our sales projections for the next quarter. Mr Ben, can you summarize the key points?"

A bald man, seated at the far end of the table cleared his throat to begin, "We're expecting a 12% increase in sales, driven mainly by our new product launch and expanded marketing efforts." "That's a conservative estimate, don't you think?" The chairperson interjected, "I believe we can push for 15% growth."

A lady by my side added her input. "I agree with you. What's holding us back from reaching that higher projection?

"Well, we need to consider market trends, competition, and customer adoption rates. But I think we can revisit our pricing strategy and explore new channels to reach our target audience." The bald man answered, his eyes cast downwards to his tablet.

The lady next to me spoke again even as I struggled to keep up with the discussions flying over my head at a wheezing rapidity. "I'd like to suggest leveraging user-generated content and social proof to build trust and credibility with potential customers."

"That's a great idea, Emily. Can you elaborate on your thoughts for reaching that 15% growth?"

"Sure. I think we should focus on upselling and cross-selling opportunities, as well as expanding our influencer partnerships.

about our marketing budget? Should we allocate more

Let's discuss the ROI on

the table became a free discussion for all present on sales projections and marketing

back to the fateful night I met Anastasia. The deep connection

I couldn't shake

the first time

She

smile and infectious laughter leaving a lasting impression on me like the permanent burn of an insignia branding an object. And it

were no direct interactions until the night when she collapsed at the bar. From

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revealed her boyfriend's infidelity was permanently seared into my memory. There was no

three? Yet, as I looked into her eyes, there laid an opportunity to demonstrate my

my determination at being recognized by Ana would set me

of a violent family life and personal mistakes that once defined me, mistakes that I