The promise of spending time with Zoey through this pitch had me working on full throttle. I desperately wanted to please her, I desperately hoped she would reward me in some way. As soon as 9am came along, I told the rest of my team who were in the office that day to get on with their calls and try not to bother me, so I could focus all my energy on RJS, a communications software company based in Philadelphia, which we were hoping would spend some money to flash their rebranded look within the pages of our telecoms magazine. At about 11am, Zoey walked out of her door and without even a glance my way, headed away down towards the elevators, dressed smartly for a meeting somewhere. I felt my heart suddenly flutter, with a sudden burst of anxiety that she would be gone the rest of the day, that my appointed time to brief her about RJS might not happen. While I was still watching her walking off toward the elevators, subtly trying to make it look as though I wasn't, I noticed an email pop up on my screen.
