“Somewhere over the Atlantic. Going to some damn summit meeting.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Not really. A campaign can be fun. This is another photo ops with world leaders who need to cut back on their cologne. Anyway, I just wanted to call and say I’m with you. One day, maybe you’ll come back and join our campaign.”
“I’ll think about it. I appreciate the kind words, sir.”
“I got to run. Briefing. Keep up the good work. Keep me advised.”
“Will do, Bill.” Nick returned the phone to his pocket.
Shelly looked stunned. “You seem so calm. What did he say?” “He said I should call if I need anything.”
“That’s pretty exciting.”
“It is. And now we have an ace up our sleeve.”
They got into Shelly’s car. “It looks like your Bug still needs a
bath.”
“Maybe it will rain,” she said.
He sighed. “I just don’t think that would help.”
*****
Friday morning, Nick was in the boardroom ready to pitch Bongero on Jerry’s idea. It was unlike anything he had pitched for UPS and different was just what the campaign needed.
Jerry was setting up the storyboards on a pair of easels as Bongero walked into the room and settled into his chair. “This better be good.”
Nick smiled and stuffed what he really wanted to say to his employer. Instead, he went directly into the oration that he hoped would keep Bongero happy and UPS excited. Silence greeted the end of their presentation. Jerry and Nick stared at Bongero waiting for a flicker of life.
“You know,” Bongero finally said, “that’s a neat twist. Lots of
human drama. Let’s do it.”
“It will take some time to coordinate the filming and staging,”
said Nick.
“Fine, then I won’t fire your asses ‘til after.”