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A Glimpse of Detroit's Past (1)
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Adele~“First, start branding your illustrations. Watermark them. Add your name, your logo, even a short tagline if you’ve got one. Make sure people can trace the design back to you, not just some vague festival memory.”I sat up straighter. “That’s actually smart…”“Second,” he continued, like he was reading from a playbook, “use social media. Not your resort’s pages. Yours. Post sketches. Reels of your drawing process. Polls for engagement, time-lapses, behind-the-scenes. Build a story around your brand. People don’t just buy clothes. They buy emotions, identity, dreams.”“Thirdly, have a QR code on every illustration that links to your portfolio,” he said, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather. “Or to a landing page that shows your collection, your story. Someone sees a sketch they like, they scan, and boom—they’re in your world.”“Even if you're not ready to sell yet, you can start building a following. Let people anticipate it.”I nodded slowly, absorbing every word
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Adele~“It's Luca. His name is Luca, stop murdering it,” that was all I could say after all my brain cells abandoned me. Detroit chuckled like he’d just caught a rabbit in a trap. “Luca, Lincoln, Lexington– I don’t care. He doesn’t exist.”I sighed, there was no reasoning with this man. Before he could tease me to death again, I quickly changed the topic. “Your company endorsed ours on Trendle this morning. Did you give the order?”“They did?” His surprise didn’t seem fake, but with Detroit West, you could never be sure.“Yeah,” I said, pulling out my phone, logged into Trendle with my official account and flipped the screen toward him. “They praised us after we posted about the Open Week Festival. It was a generous comment. Almost like they like us or something.”The post had reached millions. There were tens of thousands of comments, millions of likes, and thousands upon thousands of reposts.But it was the WestCorp comment that stole the show—it stayed pinned at the top, with mor
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Adele~He looked exhausted. Years older than he should’ve.“He won’t stop,” Mark muttered. “You humiliated him today and that has given him a weapon to use against us.” He breathed through his nose, “But you're right. I've given him too much power over me.” I smiled, “That's the Mark I know.”He chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. Just as he was about to leave, he paused, "About WestCorp, I've informed the team, and reached out to a few lawyers. Although we don't stand a chance against them, we at least can bargain a good deal.”I facepalmed, dragging my hand down my face. “Okay, got it.” He looked at me and shook his head, a fond yet exasperated look crossing his face. “You really have no idea what we’re getting into, do you?”“I never do,” I replied, grinning. He snorted, amused despite the tension in his body. “Just... don’t go picking a fight with WestCorp. They're not Louis. We'll just end up in the streets.”I cackled so hard I doubled over. Could Detroit really see his w
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Adele~“Instead,” I continued, “you came in here strutting like you own the coastline, offering to ‘save’ us from a problem we already solved. That’s not partnership. That’s vulturing.”His jaw clenched before his smirk returned. “Business is business, Mrs. Ford. And business evolves. My investors want in. Your little seaside charm is trending. It’s prime territory now.”This arrogant peacock. He was still side-stepping the real issue here! I let silence settle between us for a bit, thinking of something to hurt his ego and make him fold like he made Mark fold six months ago. Then, the near perfect reply clicked and I leaned in slightly, just enough for only him to hear: “You know what I find funny, Louis? The last time you were here, you strutted around the lobby like a peacock, talking down to my manager. I thought then, that you'd gotten a seat beside God in the seventh heaven, I thought nothing would ever make you crawl back and suck on your vomit.”His lips twitched.“And now y
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Adele~I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw last year.“Opportunity,” I muttered under my breath, placing my hands on my desk and leaning forward. “Did he specify if this ‘opportunity’ came with handcuffs or interpol?”The staff chuckled nervously. “No, ma’am. But he said it’s in everyone’s best interest if you hear him out.”“Of course he did.” I exhaled slowly, brushing invisible lint off my sleeve, then grabbed my phone. “Where is he now?”“Out front. Security’s keeping him away from the guests, but… he’s starting to gather attention.”Great. Just what we needed. First, it was Ryan and his mistress days ago, now Louis. At this rate, all my traumas would start showing up like Avengers.I walked briskly toward the front entrance, heels clicking on the wooden floor, spine straight like a pine tree. The air outside was cool, the sea breeze carrying hints of salt and distant laughter. A picture-perfect day. Manager Louis stood tall, wearing his favorite tactic: overconfidence. Tan bla
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Ryan?Was I seeing things? He messaged the company?Ah, right, he couldn't reach me anymore since I changed my number and email address. I clicked open his message, eager, though wary, to know what he wanted.And it read:[ I can't reach my wife. Put her on the phone. ] My mouth parted in disbelief.Wife?My hand tightened around the mouse as I reread the message twice, then a third time. As if somehow, the letters would rearrange themselves into something less entitled. Less delusional.But no. Ryan Thompson was still Ryan Thompson.Entitled. Arrogant. Outdated in every possible way.I hovered over the reply button, heart hammering in a strange blend of rage and twisted amusement.I’d rather deep-clean the entire resort with a toothbrush dipped in acid than be called Mrs. Thompson again.How comical, but unfortunately, I was in no mood to laugh alone. My girls and I would do that over lunch. “Well, Mr. Ryan Thompson, I've been waiting for days like this for six months. Let's put w
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