Two: Avery meets CC

Avery Taylor’s

“Cormac. . . Cormac Carter,” I said incredulously. I now focused directly on finding at least a little information about the man. Still, I’ve already spent two hours in front of the computer, and I can’t find anything but his age, date of birth, and a little information about his own company.

“This is frustrating!”

There should be another way. I can’t lose right away on my first try. I need to know every little thing, and I will start that by knowing what the man wants. I wanted this. I need to be more diligent in what I do, especially in considering AFA 2020. What our Editor-in-Chief said was right. The man will seem to be the key to us, to me. If I wanted to win, I just had to wait for the opportunity to take him. 

The world doesn’t even know more about him. People will get curious and stumble upon waiting for that documentary of mine.

Ha!

“Staffs! His secretary! There should be anyone to call.” I have approximately six months to do the job. One month to convince the guy and five months for the shoot. 

I shouldn’t waste time. I must be ahead of other journalists. I immediately picked up my cellphone on my side and quickly dialed the number posted on the said website.

After almost eternal ringing, it was as if a thorn had been pulled out of my throat when someone answered, “Good afternoon. C.C Cars. Who’s this?”

I felt my hands water. There’s something inthe man’s voice that I found very uncomfortable. “Is this really the case with that Carter company? People are frigid,” I said to myself.

Maybe a CEO’s life is really different from the way we deal with people every day. It is part of our lives to smile, laugh, carry and prolong the conversations. We need to be very jolly and enthusiastic so that people can really trust us.

I have never seen anyone in the media who always frown—that’s a fact. We have to be very, very cheerful.

“Goodmorning. This is indeed C.C Cars.” I was able to sit up, my hands resting on the table in front of me.

“Yes. Who’s this?”

I could not count my successive sighs afterward. What I wanted to say was already tangled in my mind. Should I ask him where’s his boss directly, or do I need to slow it down first?

“Are you his secretary? This is about Mr. Carter, is he there? Can I talk to him?”

Come on, come on. Tell me the man is at his office, and it has nothing scheduled for today.

“This is Cormac, and I am asking for your name,” he said coldly. I can get almost close there if you’re this fortunate, Avery.

“Avery. I’m Avery Taylor. . . Mr. Carter, I need to talk to you,” I said bluntly. It’s up to you. I really think I need to plan this thoroughly, so he is already there, eh. I already talked to him on the other line, so why should I delay?

There’s no harm in trying. And especially for AFA, even if I try a few more times, it won’t matter.

“May I ask why?”

Now, I know why even though so many women stumble upon him, no woman dares to approach him. He is so intimidating! even his voice you will just hate in the extreme cold.

He is also said to be vying for thousands of investors, but only a few can get close.

I mean, shouldn’t he be cheerful too? It will also welcome people and investors.

“Can we talk about this in person? It will not be clear if it is—”

I heard deep sighs on the other line, so I fell silent immediately. “Media?”

I almost sank into the seat. How did he predict that right away?

“I. . . I just don’t know how I matter with you guys. I don’t have any issues, events, or conflicts about my company, but you are persistent in contacting me today. Well, of course, the journalists who called me yesterday were excluded. Quit it, alright? I just don’t want to get involved in any media or news agency.”

I was stunned by what he said. Is he mad? Am I really the tenth person from the media to call him? Why? Are they planning to get Mr. Carter for the AFA 2020, too? If that’s the case, I need to speed up my action! I won’t lose this opportunity, especially now that he has the eyes of a few participants.

“Wait, Mr. Carter–”

“Miss Taylor, my decision is final. If this isn’t about my cars, don’t bother calling me.” I was about to speak when I heard that he had cut off the call completely.

This is bullshit!

My brain went blank when I tried to call that phone number again. With each ring, I almost lost my shit. Why do I feel so desperate? If I have not acted hastily, others will be ahead of me!

“Good afternoon. C.C Cars. Who’s this?”

“I’ll get one.”

The man on the other line became quiet. I had to count another ten seconds before he spoke again. “Excuse me?”

“This is Avery Taylor, and I’ll buy any of your cars,” I said.

If only my boss were here, she would have rained on me because I didn’t think right. But then, I am here in this situation. If I let go, I will regret it for a long time. This is disappointing! 

It is really up to me where these bad decisions will take me.

“Well. . . I should start calling you, Ma’am, then. I’ll be waiting for you on C.C Main. ”

You should wait for me, patiently, Cormac Carter. I’ll make you to win you, to win the AFA and make my boss and the company proud  even after a hundred times. 

I don’t care if that may be the hardest thing to do or to mak, I can’t be more excited on my following days with you.