A Night in Turkey

Chapter 2

It was 1'o clock in the afternoon and Mr. Sutherland had called us in the office to announce who was going to be his assistant for the marketing of Decathlon treadmills.

It for sure wasn't going to be me after what he said in the morning. We were a team of eleven marketing analysts in the office and every single one of us was hoping for this chance.

"As you know that today I will decide who will be assisting me in this project. We all know that it is quite frankly the biggest project this year and it would surely add alot to your curriculum vitae. "

Not to mine, I think sadly. Molly had warned me to make it more presentable and less harsh. Trust me to mess up a great oppurtunity.

" All your projects have been viewed by Mr. George Jefferson himself. "

What the hell. No one told me he was going to review our reports. Was I going to get fired? I had just criticised about our company's performance to the owner of the company. Great job Sel, wonderful.

" It was decided that Ms. Gomez would assist me for this marketing campaign as Mr. Jefferson found Ms. Gomez's analysis very real and refreshing. Congratulations Ms. Selena."

It took me about ten seconds to take Mr. Sutherland's hand which he had offered me, for I was shocked beyond anything. What the hell? I ... got... selected. It took about five minutes to sink in.

"Thank you Mr. Sutherland. It means alot to me. " I said in a rushed speech.

"Selena, I hope we are able to improve Decathlon treadmills' sales. Eh girl?"

He cocked an eyebrow with a devilish smile.

Well Mr. Sutherland's humour made him a very friendly boss to work with. He was always very supportive and attentive.

"I hope, I am able to make this a success. "

"We sure will. Mr. Jefferson is coming at 3. We will have a meeting together. Get your plans and ideas ready."

"Ofcourse sir. Thank you."

As Mr. Sutherland was dismissing everyone from his office, I too slipped out and started getting ready for the meeting.

At about 3.15 Mr. Jefferson walked into Mr. Sutherland's huge office, where me and Mr. Sutherland had been waiting since quarter to two. We had discussed upon a rough marketing strategy and were fine tuning the details.

Mr. Jefferson was an old man. He was about sixty, but his zeal and energy could fool you into thinking he wasn't as old as he seemed. But he was really that old.

At about 4.30 we were done dicussing the campaign and just wrapping it up when finally Mr. Jefferson said,

"When are you booking the flights Sutherland?"

"Flights?" I said before I could stop myself.

"Yes miss. The advertising of the products need to be shot in Turkey. Sutherland,  didn't you tell Ms. Gomez about the location?"

Turkey? This was news to me.

"Ah, I forgot to mention Selena, we would have to go to Turkey for the shoots. Is there a problem?"