Teach me to dream

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Actually, he usually didn't care this much about winning. Someone who didn't know him and evaluated what they created from the outside, would be sure that between them Chiara was the creative talent, that she was the one who smelled trends and understood social media, while he was the business-mind, who had to take the operational decisions. They knew, instead, that things weren't exactly this way: their roles were way more fluid, almost interchangeable, and he trusted a lot Chiara's advice and intuitions, even when it was about taking practical decisions. And in fact, even that day, some of her associate's observations about the two candidates, hit the nail on the head: after all, despite the repeated auto-boycotting attempts and her absolute inability to sell herself, Alice seemed very capable to him too.

Even Morgan's report about her technical skills after their FaceTime interview was positive, but he knew that at the moment they didn't have time to wait for the flower to bloom, for the caterpillar to become a butterfly, etc. etc. They had to act. And when it comes to take action, it's better a know-it-all without much imagination than an introverted and a bit awkward employee with her head in the clouds.
“Ok then. That's done. As soon as Eleonora arrives, we'll tell her to contact the two candidates to settle this out. Now, since we're here, I would like to take the opportunity to discuss a couple of other unsolved things. It's a matter of half an hour, at most.”

Half an hour at most, sure!, Chiara thought, pretending to believe him and getting ready to spend way more time on that couch. Those improvised briefings always used to turn in stream-meetings.
As it turned out, after three hours they were still there: Chiara, Riccardo and their assistant Eleonora, who came with a never-ending to do list, the remains of the sandwiches and smoothies they had for lunch, the smartphones, tablets and laptops they were using to contact the rest of the world, starting from the Orient, going by Europe and continuing in the USA – East Coast first, then West Coast – as time was passing by and collaborators, journalists, photographs, bloggers and stylists were getting back to be operational in their different time zones.

When Riccardo was talking with Morgan from Los Angeles with an earbud in his ear and an American coffee in his hand, while nodding “yes” or “no” every time Eleonora showed him the tablet, waiting for him to take a look to the documents that she was submitting to him in order to keep going with her work, Matilda, clearly offended for having been neglected for too long by her owners, decided to put his multitasking skills to the test.

She jumped off the couch that she was sharing with Chiara, and she silently scampered behind Riccardo for an ambush, biting his pant cuff and starting to pull with all her strength... which was not much, but, together with the surprise effect, was enough to push him off balance and make him violently fall to the ground. And so, while Morgan, from the other side of the world, was repeating: “Ricky, Ricky, are you there? Are you ok?”, and Eleonora, undeterred, showed him another slide, mouthing: “So, Alice or Alessia? Do you confirm that we're good to go with this one?”, Riccardo, with a coffee stain as large as an ocean on his shirt and his butt to the ground, had no choice but to answer both with a sigh: “Yes, yes. Ok. That's good.”

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Hey squad! Apparently for Alice is over... Is this the end for her? What do you think?
And how about the cute and naughty Matilda? Do you like her? Do you like dogs? I really love them!!! I have one, but he’s big, quite different from Matilda!
I’m waiting for your comments and your votes!
Love you all!!! ❤