Chapter 126: Getting Sponsorships with Tiffany Clifford
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Enna Clark had no idea she was being controlled by others.
The next morning, as soon as she arrived at the company and hadn’t put down her bag, Tiffany Clifford threw a file at her, “Hey, today we’re doing the last business deal of the month, okay?”
Enna pulled out the file, looked at it, and made an OK gesture to her.
“Thea Wood from the night shift said that the boss of this deal is very difficult to deal with. I hope we’re lucky enough to drink less,” Tiffany ntioned drinking, and her whole body seed to lose energy.
“Forget it, don’t even dream about it. Our beautiful Thea from the broadcasting industry said it’s difficult to deal with, so it must be really difficult. I just hope I don’t get drunk.”
Enna gave her a blank look, even more powerless than her.
She hated socializing the most. But in doing car radio broadcasting, it wasn’t about the number of listeners, but the number of advertising sponsorships. Their monthly inco was tied to sponsorships; if they hadn’t reached the company’s sponsorship target, their salary would be deducted. The less they pulled in sponsorships, the more severe the deductions! Now she had to rely on this to support her family, so even if she didn’t like it, she could only grit her teeth and go ahead.
At 11 a.m.
After Tiffany called the other party, they took a taxi to Hamilton Family in the south of the city.
Upon arrival, the waiter led them both up to the second floor and politely said before the private room at the corner, “Ladies, it’s right here.”
“Okay, thank you.”
The waiter walked away.
Enna and Tiffany looked at each other, making sure the other was ready before opening the private room door with a smile.
There were more than a dozen people sitting in the room, and the food had already been served. They were drinking rrily.
As they entered, a bald old man stood up, his lustful gaze sweeping over both of them and landing on Enna. He asked, “Which one of you is Tiffany? Co here and sit.”
Tiffany quickly stepped forward, shook his hand, and enthusiastically greeted, “Mr. Smith, nice to et you. I’m Tiffany from BBC Radio, and this is my partner, Enna Clark.”
Then she turned to Enna, smiling and introducing, “Enna, this is the very nice Mr. Smith I ntioned to you.”
“Hello, Mr. Smith,” Enna imdiately greeted appropriately.
Bald Mr. Smith nodded with a smile, “Hello, hello, Miss Clark is truly a beautiful woman.’
His comnt ca abruptly, and in order not to make the atmosphere awkward, Tiffany quickly added, “Mr. Smith, you’re too biased. Am I not a beautiful woman?”
Bald Mr. Smith held her hand without letting go, patted it twice, and said with a smile, “Of course Tiffany is also a beautiful woman, and everyone who cos from BBC Radio is. Isn’t that right?”
The people at the table all gave him face, agreeing one after another.
Bald Mr. Smith laughed even more happily, his alcohol-slling mouth couldn’t even close properly, and he beckoned Tiffany and Enna to sit, “Tiffany, Enna, co and sit.”
Enna walked to the empty seat and sat down before she saw who was sitting opposite her. Astonished, she blurted out, “Cherysh?”
“You know each other?” Mr. Smith asked curiously.
Before Enna could answer, the woman across the table stood up, picked up the white liquor bottle, and filled the glass in front of her. With seductive eyes, she leaned toward the bald Mr. Smith and pouted playfully, “How co only Mr. Smith is allowed to know beautiful won, and I’m not? That’s too much.’
“I didn’t an that. Cherysh, don’t misunderstand ,”
“Mr. Smith, drink this and I won’t misunderstand.”
As she spoke, she handed the wine glass to bald Mr. Smith. Her flirtatious eyes seed full of emotion, making the n gulp hard. **** took the glass she handed over, tilted his head back and drank it down. Then, when no one was watching, he patted her plump buttocks, “I drank it.. Cherysh, are you not angry now?”
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