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 resources to digital advertising or events?",

ROI on each option and make a

all present on sales projections and marketing strategies, exploring ideas and tactics to

strategies and sales projections. Unbidden, it wandered back to the fateful night I met

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the first time I

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like the permanent burn of an insignia branding an

went. There were no direct interactions until the night when she collapsed at the bar. From then on, our lives seemed to have been

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her face as she revealed her boyfriend's infidelity was permanently seared into my memory. There was no forgetting the shock that rocketed through me after discovering

what to feel. Disappointment? Jealousy? Disgust for her boyfriend? How about all three? Yet, as I looked into her eyes, there laid an opportunity to

recognized by Ana would set me on a path

airport, drifting to my troubled past. It consisted of a violent family life and personal mistakes that once defined