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.

budget? Should we allocate more resources to digital advertising or

the ROI on

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

projections. Unbidden, it wandered back to the fateful night I met Anastasia. The deep connection that precedented that meeting as a result of

one I couldn't shake off

myself, wandering far back to the first

She

permanent burn of an insignia branding an object. And it was not just me. Every other person who - crossed

night when she collapsed at the

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boyfriend's infidelity was permanently seared into my memory. There was no forgetting the shock that

process this unexpected turn or what to feel. Disappointment? Jealousy? Disgust for her boyfriend? How about all three? Yet, as

did I know that my determination at being recognized by

of a violent family life and personal mistakes that once defined me, mistakes that I feared would taint Ana's