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Chapter 41, London Meeting Preparations.
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I called my team for an important urgent meeting, I wanted to express to them how grateful I was for their hard work, and let them know about the important presentation I was going to give."Everyone, thanks for coming in at such short notice," I said, trying to project an air of calm confidence, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. Karim stood beside me, nodding in agreement. "We know you've all been working incredibly hard lately, and we wanted to take a moment to express our sincere gratitude."I glanced around the room, meeting the tired but determined eyes of my marketing team. Late nights, endless brainstorming sessions, and the constant pressure to deliver – I knew they were feeling it. They deserved this acknowledgment."The effort you've put into this new partnership opportunity has been nothing short of phenomenal," I continued, my voice gaining strength. "We've seen the dedication, the creativity, and the sheer grit you've all displayed. Karim and I have
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The gentle hum of the jet engines was a soothing backdrop to our conversation. London, here we come! I leaned back in my plush seat, a glass of chilled water in my hand, and glanced at Rami. He looked pleased, a small smile playing on his lips as he reviewed some documents on his tablet. Kareem, our marketing team lead, sat across from us, equally engrossed in his own device. Rami’s assistant, Sarah, was quietly taking notes, efficiently capturing every detail.“So, Dema,” Rami began, finally looking up, “I think we can all agree, this partnership is a game-changer.”I nodded, taking a sip of water. “Absolutely, Rami. The potential synergy is incredible. Their reach combined with our innovative products… it’s a perfect match.”Kareem chimed in, “From a marketing perspective, I’m particularly excited about the cross-promotional opportunities. We can tap into a whole new demographic.” He tapped his tablet screen. “I’ve already been brainstorming some initial campaign ideas. Think
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My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the crisp fabric of my suit. This was it. The London meeting. Securing deals with the top hotels in the city was crucial, a make-or-break moment for our company. I smoothed down my skirt, trying to project an air of calm confidence I definitely didn't feel. Beside me, Rami, our CEO and my Husband, he was the picture of relaxed power. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, his smile warm and encouraging. "Ready, Dema?""As I'll ever be," I managed, my voice a little shaky. I glanced at Karim, my marketing team leader. He gave me a thumbs-up, his usual easygoing demeanor a welcome contrast to the nervous energy buzzing around me. He’d prepped the presentation flawlessly, and I knew we had the data to back up our proposal. Still, these were London hotels. The big leagues.Just then, the door opened and Rami’s vice president, Mr. Harrison, strode in, followed by his assistant, Ms. Davies. Harrison nodded a curt greeting,
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