Selling the Pitch Part I
Jacqueline entered the boardroom feeling very much like she was about to spontaneously erupt into a quivering ball of nervous wreckage.
This was her first pitch. Her first attempt at playing with the big guys in the field she’d chosen to make a career out of, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t on edge. Not only was she pitching to an Olympic hopeful, but she was pitching to sell him off as a sex addict.
Entering the room ahead of Wilder she noted that the men in the room all stood when she entered. Great. The gentlemanly type. This would be a harder sell.
She noted that the room held the skier, Wraith Fairchild, his parents, his coach, and his manager.
“What is this?” the manager waved at Jacqueline but making eyes at Wilder. “You said you had something unconventional to present but I sure as fuck hope it’s not pairing him up with one of your employees.”
“Mr. Short,” Jacqueline spoke before Wilder could comment, “perhaps if you allow us to at least enter the room before you start throwing around foolish comments, it might make the entire process move quicker.” She gave Wilder a sideways glance ana noted the look of pride on his face.
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some ingenuity and some novelty to the situation. If, however, you can’t be bothered to treat my employee with the respect she deserves, you can see yourselves out.”
“You’re here because Vaughn is the best company in the world at this kind of situation and instead of being thrilled at the prospect of being entertained by the CEO himself, you’re already behaving like you’re doing us a favor. I’m sure if you feel that way, you can take yourself down the street to one of our competitors and they can give you some kind of mundane, promo photo ops at children’s hospitals and church visits.”
“She looks the same age as my son,” Clyde Fairchild spoke up and waved between the two of them.
“Well, I’m not and I’m not your solution.” She looked, really looked at the twenty–year–old man who had dropped back into his chair the minute his manager started talking. He seemed exhausted, frustrated and very much like a young man who not only was out of control but held no control in his own life. She spoke to him directly, ignoring the others in the room. “How are you holding up?”
“Fucking fantastic,” he muttered and rubbed his face. “I have a sixteen–year–old girl talking to the press telling them that I told her I loved her and was hoping to get her pregnant.”
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“She’s destroying mine.”
“She’s being coached so that she can get a payday,” Jacqueline countered. “We’re going to paint her as much a victim in this shit as you but we’re also going to make sure she knows if she continues doing what she’s doing, there won’t be a corner of this universe which doesn’t associate her name with scandal and extortion. The video of her outside the frat house shows her sister telling her to get her shit together and do what it takes to land one of the athletes heading for pro–stay status. She targeted you. Her sister targeted you. We’ll make sure the world knows the sister, at their parents direction, incited this shit. Her parents are facing some financial issues, bankruptcy, and the lot.”
“So that’s the plan.” His mother questioned him with a frown.
“No. Christ no.” Jacqueline laughed bitterly. “This isn’t going to go away because we shut down one of the three girls who was naked in a hot tub having group sex with an athlete who is an Olympic hopeful. The number of people who have climbed on board this scandal, showing videos of Wraith partying too hard, making out with girls beside him while others are on his lap is a problem that isn’t going to go away. You’ve partied too hard and you’ve done it carelessly.” She reprimanded him and noted the way his
eyes narrowed, not in anger but more in curiosity. She’d called it, she realized. Nobody had ever held this kid accountable until now and it was biting him in the ass.
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He’s a big boy who makes decisions which are shitty.”
“Is this how you’re hoping to help us here, Wilder?” the manager asked again.
“Well, Wystan, she’s not wrong. You’ve all created a monster by not making Wraith responsible for his actions. He fucks who he wants, when he wants, while he’s partying like it’s the last day on earth.” Wilder turned his attention to Wraith. “You’re not behaving like an Olympic hopeful. You want to make the team? You need to buckle the fuck down.” He turned back to the group who were all sitting down slowly, “Jacqueline recognized instantly how Wraith lives in a world of instant gratification and accolades. He takes a shit and you all applaud like he’s still an infant learning to potty.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” this time it was Nancy Fairchild, flushed in the face at the blunt talk.
“We are the people who are going to save your son’s career but to do that, the people in this room need to get with the fucking program and realize there are a half dozen, maybe a full dozen, of skiers who can take his spot on the team and if you don’t believe me, I can tell you right now, that there are coaches and managers right now rubbing their hands together excitedly at this level of fuckery being exposed. Now either you all recognize that this isn’t the fault of some teenage girl, but it is the fault of every damn one of you in this room.” Wilder snapped. Jacqueline, tell them how we’re going to fix this mess
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