December 19

DECEMBER 19

Even though I’d known from the start it was going to be a big expo, I wasn’t prepared to see so many people when I walked into the convention center. It took me twenty minutes just to hand over my jacket at coat check.

I pocketed my slip and made sure I hadn’t left anything valuable in my pockets.

As promised, Suravi met up with me near the entrance, so she could take me to Wyatt. He’d recently arrived after giving his speech at Grosvenor House, and I was ready to be his graphic design helper and talk to potential clients.

I’d put on an event T-shirt, and I had my own lanyard so it looked official. I mean, it was, but I couldn’t shake the vacation feel and that I was here with my Daddy. But I did have work to do! In fact, the print place was about to get crazy busy.

We passed so many tables and displays, that our Culver City branch suddenly felt tiny. In a way, we sort of were, despite the downtown office being the official headquarters. But with departments and buildings all over the place, in Europe too, it was the first time I witnessed the size of the Abrams family’s business.

“He’s over there.” Suravi pointed toward an elaborate booth, where I automatically noticed the pop-up banners and marketing material before I spotted Wyatt with a few other men. “I gotta go make sure they’re ready for him at the next seminar.”

I nodded. “Thanks, Suravi. Let me know if you need any help. I have some spare time when he’s there.”

“Thanks—I appreciate it.” She flashed a quick smile before she scurried off again.

Let’s get to work, then. I’d slept in and everything, so I had all the energy. Although, I hadn’t been a fan of waking up alone—but I wouldn’t have been a fan of getting up early either.

With my tablet ready, I made my way over to Wyatt, and he smiled in relief when he saw me.

“You know what,” he told the man he was talking to, “there’s no reason for me to ramble about rebranding when you can see it in action. I want you to meet Parker Jacobson, one of our best graphic designers.”

Aw, shucks.

“Such praise, sir. Thank you. And accurate.” I grinned and faced the other man. “What are we rebranding?”