Page 10 of The Sniper
Glancing at the time, I pout one last time to show off the ten tons of gloss I’ve applied.“That’s all for today, my beautiful Luxey-Stallones.Don’t forget to comment below, and we’ll get the early samples out to those twenty winners.Hope to see you all online during the Maison Diamond Luxe Lips & Lash launch.”
I click end.
Seventy-five thousand people were watching.Our partners will be happy.Viewership numbers are everything when negotiating and getting products on bricks and mortar shelves.
That and branding, which we have nailed.
Partnering with Maison is a big deal.
Having the theft of my diamonds in the media threatened to destroy the entire relationship, but fortunately their PR consultant saw it as a good thing.
“No such thing as bad press,” he’d said at the end of a tense meeting.“I think we should proceed.Obviously, we will increase security at the Maison Diamond Luxe Lips & Lash launch, but otherwise, the increased engagement online is a positive in my opinion.”
My insurance company felt differently, but I stayed quiet.
When the CEO of Maison agreed, I let out a sigh of relief.
“That was awesome.”I grab a tissue and wipe off the layers of lip gloss.
“Seventy-five thousand,” Sadie reports on the numbers.“Three hundred and twenty comments so far.I’ll draw the competition tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks, Sadie.Did the colors look okay on screen?”I toss the tissue into the trash and grab my water bottle, guzzling it.
Every screen is different, so it’s super hard to control what colors look like, but I ask almost every time.
“Yes, but,” Sadie says, tilting her head.“I still think we should add a filter to make them pop more.”
This is such a sensitive topic for me.The team at Blush Empire agreed with Sadie, but I don’t want to deceive my customers.
The colors speak for themselves.
“Our competitors do it, Tiff.”
“I know, but I also know they get a ton of returns because people aren’t happy, and that tells us everything we need to know.”I shrug.
She turns back to the keyboard and starts tapping.“Yeah, I know.It did look awesome today.”
Sadie has worked for me for two years and is the best assistant in the world.She’s always one step ahead of me and tells me the truth.
I glance at the clock on the wall.“Shit, I have this bodyguard coming over soon.I need to get changed.”
“You look fine.”Sadie chuckles.
We both know that’s a lie.I might be all business on top for the camera, but like any media savvy person, I’m all comfort on the bottom half of my body.Today I’m wearing a pair of cutoff denim shorts which look ridiculous with my shimmering olive halter top.
Sadie doesn’t care—some days I’m in pajama bottoms.I try not to make a habit of that, just for the record.
Anyway, if I want this guard’s respect, I need to present myself as a normal human being.He’ll know who I am—Stallone’s daughter.I don’t want him to think that I’m just some trust fund baby with an alternative dress sense and no common sense.
They exist, trust me.
And employees who work for the rich and famous have opinions.I’ve overheard them.People underestimate kids.I was listening and watching their eye rolls since I was knee high.
I usually don’t care all that much, but whoever this new bodyguard is, he or she will be privy to the police records from my break-in, including details on the stolen items.
Including my lingerie and sex toys.
Great.
