Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 147733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
They bring out the natural green of her eyes too well.
Here, she looks professional and proper, but innocent. If you didn’t know her, you’d expect a total sweetheart.
And aside from spitting fire over unexpected land offers, maybe she is.
There’s another video on her sales page, too.
She’s wearing the same turquoise dress and sitting at a desk.
“I know. I know you’ve tried everything. Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, TikTok, and Reddit. Endless hours pumping out videos. And for what? If you’re like a lot of my clients when they come to me, it’s not getting you results. What if I told you the problem isn’t that you need to work harder? What if you’re working too hard?”
“What if you make fucking a cactus look delightful?” I mutter to her smiling face on the screen.
“I have a three-step process for finding you an easy flow of new leads.” She holds up three fingers. “First, simplify. You don’t need to be on nine different platforms. Pick one to master, and preferably one you don’t hate. I’ll help with the SEO. If you want to find new clients, you have to be easy to find. And you don’t have time to learn a whole new skill. I’ll do it, so you can just keep being awesome at what you do best. Finally, make connections. Engage with the content you like. Take the time to respond to DMs. A conversation keeps you first in a customer’s mind, and more importantly, builds a referral system. I know, it’s a lot to take in. That’s why I’m willing to take the time to walk you through it. Just call Odd Little Bee and ask for Landers!”
Odd Little Bee? That’s seriously her company name?
The stinger fits, I suppose.
Although her advice isn’t bad, this still smells like a textbook startup. A starving one damned near begging for business.
After scrolling through her other social media, I’m convinced.
This must be a passion project for her, even if she appears to know what she’s talking about, and that’s an opportunity.
Maybe offering her flailing business a lifeline will help sweeten the deal to make that land mine. I click over to her website again, clench my teeth, and call the number on the contact page.
Voicemail. Of course.
I wonder if she’s busy torturing other hapless men with her skimpy swimsuits.
My jaw tightens as I wait for the beep to leave a message.
Fuck.
If this doesn’t close the deal, I’m going to be pissed.
“Jennifer, this is Miles Cromwell. My executive assistant found your marketing company, and I have a project I’m hoping you can help us with. Please give me a call back so we can discuss the details. I’d love to forget what happened earlier and start over with a clean slate.”
Surely, I’ll hear from her soon.
From the looks of things, it’s not like clients are beating down her door.
I check my phone before I shower and start to wind down for the night. Nothing new.
Damn.
I gave her the right number, didn’t I?
But she doesn’t call the next day either. Maybe she really didn’t get the message?
Either that, or she’d rather rip my throat out than shut up and take my money.
A thousand other possibilities roll through my head until I can’t stand it.
Grudgingly, I try again.
Another voicemail greeting.
Another message.
Another gaping hole of radio silence.
Miss Landers can’t be as passionate about marketing as she seems, or else she’d rather set her bee-loving heart on playing volleyball with a live wasp’s nest than deal with me.
This is where I question my sanity.
It’s time to rethink my strategy for acquiring Bee Harbor, even if I loathe working through proxies. Except now I’m extra pissed that she’s ignoring my calls for marketing help.
What kind of miracle does it take to pay this woman?
And how can some copywriter who was earning typical Seattle corporate money afford to turn down easy cash from a billionaire?
Money isn’t always the shortcut people think it is, but everyone appreciates a payday they don’t have to sweat for.
Don’t they?
Scowling, I pick up the phone and call her again, drumming my fingers on my desk as I wait for voicemail.
“Jennifer, Miles Cromwell again. I’ll be blunt. If you want my business, this is your last chance. Call me back by the end of the day, or I’ll find someone else. Thanks.”
That last word tastes like ash.
Of course, I’m second-guessing every damn word, and I never second-guess.
Great job, Miles. That’s really going to help you get the land from a lady who already thinks you’re bear vomit.
I’m sure I’ve sealed my fate—until my phone lights up and starts blaring a minute later.
I can’t help the wry smile. My little threat must’ve gotten her attention.
I pick it up before I even check the number.
“Great to see you come to your senses, Miss Landers.”
“Um—it’s not time for our bi-weekly call. Sorry. I was afraid you’d be upset if I called without a true emergency.” Louise.