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Chapter 2

Zaire loved the large windows with a garden balcony in the conference room. They offered her a spectacular view of Beverly Hills, Hollywood Hills and downtown Los Angeles. She loved nature and the outdoors in general.

Shortly before ten, Tyrese appeared in the doorway. “I’m sorry about the delay.”

“You’re fine,” she responded. “Your offices are very nice. I really love the art pieces you selected.”

“Are you an art lover?” he asked.

When she nodded, he said, “After our meeting, I’ll have my assistant give you a tour.” His tone was warm and welcoming.

Zaire opened her tote and pulled out her pen, a legal pad and a proposal that she handed to Tyrese.

He took a seat at the head of the table.

Zaire stole a peek in his direction.

Tyrese once again captured Zaire’s attention. His dark eyes framed his square face. His lips parted, showing a dazzling display of straight, white teeth. His profile was proud and full of strength, a quality that could be attributed to his commanding presence.

“As Pilar may have already told you, I am launching a high-end concierge service,” Zaire announced. “Those who reside in the world of luxury are maintaining open-ended expense accounts for necessities such as client entertainment and personal lifestyle accoutrements,” she stated. “What I have found is that a lot of these affluent families are looking for family excursions to help build schools in Africa instead of superfluous visits to privately owned boutiques and one-on-one attention at exclusive vacation resorts.”

“And you are proposing a partnership with my company,” Tyrese said as he reviewed the proposal in his hands. “Why do you believe we will be a good fit for one another?”

Zaire smiled. “The Moore Group was created to go beyond the typical marketing schemes. With over five years in the business of luxury marketing, you and Pilar have developed programs that allow you insider knowledge and access to what other companies may not be privy to—by partnering with me, you will be able to provide your clients access to things they may not have heard of or have access to.”

“I hope this is not about lavish birthday parties,” Tyrese stated.

“It’s not,” Zaire responded. “The message you will be sending by offering specialized or VIP client services is that the Moore Group recognizes what is going on in the world today, but we also have an understanding that certain clients still require high-end services.”

“We are known for producing upscale events for our clients,” Tyrese interjected. “Our mission is to assist our clients in building and managing their brand.”

“Which can include tailoring experiences around their requests,” Zaire said. “Whatever your clients desire, we can assist in making that idea a reality. VIP client services will be the epitome of luxury living, no matter how our clients define luxury.”

“You’ve done your homework, I see.”

“I wouldn’t be here otherwise,” Zaire responded with an easy smile. “You are a visionary, Mr. Moore. I would love to work with you in this venture. I’m sure there is so much I can learn from you.”

“Please call me Tyrese. We are very informal around here. Tell me something. Why did you choose M.G.? We are not a big company.”

“But you have done something most large companies are still striving to do—find a niche. You know your target audience and have concentrated on providing a unique but positive customer experience.”

Tyrese pushed away from the conference table and rose to his feet. “Kaitlin will give you a tour of the rest of the building. I’ll see you for lunch.” He paused a moment before saying, “You did a great job. I’m impressed.”

She warmed at the compliment. “Thanks.”

Kaitlin was standing outside of the conference room when Zaire walked out with Tyrese.

“Ready?” she asked.

Zaire nodded.

He gave her a slight smile and walked in the direction of his office.

She resisted the urge to look back at him.

Zaire and Kaitlin took the elevator down to the first floor.

“Our screening room seats up to fifty,” Kaitlin stated. “We also have a soundstage here on the first floor.”

“I understand that there is also an exercise room and showers in the building, as well.”

Kaitlin nodded. “They are located on the second floor.”

They left the screening room and walked down the hall. “We have our own catering facilities here, as well. We often host special events.”

“How long have you worked here, Kaitlin?”

“Five years,” she responded proudly. “I was M.G.’s first employee.”

Zaire smiled. “This company has grown very quickly.”

Kaitlin agreed, “Tyrese has worked hard to make this a premiere marketing company for high-end companies like Mercedes-Benz, the Four Seasons and a host of others.”

After the tour, Zaire was taken back to the fifth floor.

They found Tyrese in an empty room two doors down from his corner office.

“What do you think?” he asked when she walked inside.

Zaire glanced around the room. “It’s empty,” she responded.

“It won’t be for long,” Tyrese stated. “That is if you’re willing to use it for your office.”

She swallowed hard. “Are you saying that you accept my proposal?”

He nodded. “I’m having the contracts drawn up as we speak. We have all of this space, so I figured you might as well work here.”

Zaire felt like hugging Tyrese, but she had to exercise restraint. “Thank you for this opportunity. You won’t regret it.”

“I look forward to a long relationship together.”

She grinned. “Same here.”

“You are free to decorate your office any way you like.”

“Do you mind if I just hang out in here for a moment?” Zaire asked.

He smiled. “I have to leave for an off-site meeting. Stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you again, Mr. Moore...Tyrese. I really appreciate your willingness to give me a chance.”

“Pilar has a lot of faith in you. I have always trusted her instincts. I see no point in changing that now.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tyrese eyed her for a moment before breaking into a smile. “Tomorrow.”

Zaire watched him walk away; his footsteps thundered down the hall. He was an extremely handsome man, but Zaire was determined to deliver everything she had promised. She vowed to prove herself a valuable asset to the Moore Group.

* * *

True to her word, Zaire was back in her new office bright and early. She noted that it had been thoroughly cleaned. A faint lemon scent still lingered in the air, and the hardwood floors gleamed.

Dressed in a pair of black jeans, a crisp white shirt and a pair of red sandals, Zaire took measurements of the windows, jotting down notes in between. She liked the platinum-colored side walls and had no plans to paint them another color. The back wall was painted a matte deep charcoal.

Zaire glanced down at her shoes and smiled. Red was the perfect accent color. She would use black-and-silver curtains in keeping with the theme, but her artwork and accessories would be red. She wanted a white desk to match the built-in bookshelves.

She turned around at the sound of a knock on the door.

“I didn’t expect you to be here this early,” Tyrese said.

“I’m an early riser, so I saw no point in waiting,” Zaire responded. “I’m ready to get started.”

“I’ll have the contract for you to review by end of day.”

She smiled. “Thanks!”

Zaire felt ripples of excitement at this new venture. She had originally planned to join her siblings in the family business, but then this opportunity had come around and Zaire just couldn’t pass it up. It was the chance of a lifetime.

She had to admit that it wasn’t just the business that excited her. Zaire was eager to get to know Tyrese. She was impressed with what she’d learned about him and totally entranced by his compelling personage.

She left the office to run some errands around noon. While she was out, Zaire decided to have lunch with Ari and Natasha.

Zaire pulled up to the Alexander-DePaul Hotel and Spa Resort in Beverly Hills. She handed the keys to the valet and entered through the revolving door.

Natasha was in the lobby when she arrived.

“Hey, you,” Zaire greeted.

“How are things going?” Natasha inquired.

“Pretty good,” Zaire answered. “I took a break from the unpacking. I can’t wait to get settled. I’m so ready to get to work.”

“Don’t rush it,” Natasha advised. “Enjoy the lag time for now.”

They navigated to the hotel restaurant, where Ari sat waiting for their arrival. He greeted his wife with a kiss and then embraced Zaire.

It was obvious that Ari only had eyes for Natasha. He had been married before to his childhood sweetheart. When April died, Zaire and the rest of the family worried that Ari would never recover from his grief. But then he’d met Natasha. She and her son, Joshua, had given him a reason to live again.

“Seeing you two making goo-goo eyes at one another like this makes me believe in love,” Zaire said as she picked up her menu. “But if you don’t quit, I’m going to start feeling like a third wheel.”

Ari laughed. “That’s because you are.”

Natasha sent him a sharp glare. “Your brother is only teasing, Zaire.”

“He’s not, but I’m okay with it.” She chuckled. “I’m hungry, and it’s a good thing because he’s picking up the tab.”

* * *

When Zaire returned a couple of hours later, she found that her artwork had been placed on the walls and someone had unpacked a box of her books and placed them on her bookshelves.

Zaire glanced over her shoulder at the sound of footsteps. A young man dressed in a pair of navy slacks and white polo shirt said, “Hi, I’m Max. Tyrese asked that I help you with whatever you may need.”

She noted that he didn’t look much older than she. “Did you do this?” Zaire asked, gesturing toward the bookshelf.

He nodded. “Guilty.”

She smiled warmly. “Thanks so much for your help.”

“If you like, I can help you finish unpacking.”

“Sure.”

“So, what do you do here, Max?” Zaire inquired as they put away the rest of her books.

“I’m an administrative assistant.”

“Do you enjoy your work?”

Max smiled and nodded. “This is the best company I’ve ever worked for. I was an event planner at my last job, but they had a lot of financial issues. A year later, the company closed.”

Later that afternoon, Tyrese emailed the contract to Zaire, in addition to having his assistant hand deliver the hard copy.

Zaire went over the document, absorbing all of the information. She sat down in a chair she had borrowed from the conference room and opened her laptop.

She forwarded a copy of the contract to Natasha and her father’s attorney. Zaire had already made up her mind to sign, but she wanted to have another set of eyes review the document, as well.

Zaire unpacked another box of books before leaving for the day. She walked to Tyrese’s office to say goodbye, but he was not there.

She shrugged and then strolled down the hall to the elevator.

Tyrese was in the conference room. He saw her and gestured for her to join them.

Zaire stepped inside and quickly found a seat.

He introduced her to everyone and then moved forward with his presentation.

She noted that Tyrese seemed a different person when he was talking about his company.

“Someone asked earlier why we call ourselves a boutique marketing firm,” he said. “We are a company that offers media outreach, media planning and marketing for all types of businesses. This includes corporations who have their own public relations teams. The Moore Group specializes in raising the overall awareness of a brand, product or image of a company or person. We determine a strategy that will best publicize the product that will drive traffic and boost sales...”

Zaire bit back a smile at how animated he was. His passion and love for his profession drove him tirelessly. She understood that feeling well. It was something they had in common.

She was impressed by his knowledge of marketing and public relations. Zaire was grateful for the chance to work with someone like him. There was much she could learn from him.

Her eyes strayed to his perfectly shaped lips.

Zaire flushed when he caught her staring and quickly averted her gaze. Embarrassed, she made a quick exit when the meeting ended.

* * *

Zaire was exhausted but pleased with how much she had been able to accomplish. If it had not been for Max, it might have taken her a couple of days. Her furniture would arrive tomorrow.

She drove along the Pacific Coast Highway with her convertible top down. Zaire pushed back the strands of her hair dancing in the breeze.

She entered the house through the mudroom located off the kitchen.

“How did it go today?” Barbara asked when she walked into the kitchen.

“Mama, it was great.” Zaire set her tote down in one of the counter-height chairs at the breakfast bar. “Tyrese Moore is a really nice guy, it seems. His employees all seem to love working for him. Pilar wasn’t in town, but from everything she’s told me I know that they are very close.”

Zaire followed her mother out of the kitchen and into the family room.

“So what exactly will you be doing?” Barbara asked as she sank down on the sofa. She picked up the TV remote and turned down the volume.

Zaire sat down beside her mother. “I’m his partner. I’ll be leading a specialized program that we are calling our VIP Client Services. It will vary from simply booking time on a chartered yacht or private jet to requests of creating a special evening on an island staffed with celebrity chefs and topped off by fireworks. Basically, no task will be too small or too large.”

“So you partnered with his company in order to cater to the rich and famous?”

“Something like that,” Zaire responded with a chuckle. “If this works out the way I believe it will, Tyrese, Pilar and I are going to all benefit greatly from our partnership.”

Barbara smiled. “I’m happy for you, dear.”

Zaire hugged her. “Mama, you don’t know how much that means to me. I had every intention of working with Daddy until this opportunity came along—it was just too good to pass up.”

“Honey, I understand and it’s fine. Your father and I love you dearly. We taught all of you to think for yourselves and to make the best decisions for your lives.”

“So Daddy isn’t disappointed in me?” Zaire wanted to know.

“He isn’t,” Barbara assured her.

Later, in her room, Zaire searched through her closet to find something to wear the next day. She decided on a pair of gray slacks with a bright yellow silk shirt.

She washed, blow-dried and flat-ironed her naturally curly hair. Zaire intended to wear it in a sleek style, so she wrapped it. She hardly ever wore it straight, but she was in the mood to try something different. This change in her was motivated by Tyrese Moore.

Zaire had developed a crush on her new partner. Tyrese intrigued her.

When they had had lunch together yesterday, Zaire had noticed that every now and then Tyrese displayed what she could only consider a secret expression. He was kind, professional and passionate about his work, but extremely private when it came to his personal life. He had been dubbed by the press as elusive, which contrasted with his choice in profession.

A couple of times, she’d felt the heat of his gaze on her, but Tyrese had been careful to avoid being caught looking at her for any long period.

He was attracted to her. Zaire was sure of it, but she was also pretty positive that Tyrese would never act on that attraction.

She felt a certain sadness at the thought.

* * *

Tyrese remained in his office long after everyone else had gone home, which was not unusual for him. He was normally the last one to leave and the first one to arrive.