Jillian had heardvia Connie, who had heard it from Daniels secretary, Gracie Jannerthat Douglas, Theo and Daniel had already met earlier. Now the whole family had been brought together.
She didnt think her grandfather had been planning on this meeting earlier. Shed seen him briefly at the breakfast table that morning, since hed been finishing up when shed come down. He looked goodeven at his age, he was tall and straight as an arrowbut there had been concern on his features when hed poured milk over his cornflakes and said, I heard you had a bad dream last night.
Halloween. I guess Im still impressionable, she had tossed back lightly.
He hadnt pressed the point, which had worried her a bit.
Now, he was staring at her down the length of the beautiful hardwood conference table. I guess everyone knows whats going on here, he said, watching her. Except for you. And Robert.
She looked around uneasily, feeling a strange sense that maybe everyone really had gone mad and she had been brought here to be told she was to marry Marston or else be thrown to the wolveswhatever form of wolves still lurked in Manhattan, that is.
She didnt doubt that there were many.
Douglas, I
Its about our next ad campaign.
What? she breathed, feeling instantly at sea. Whatever he was getting at, it was nothing shed been expecting.
I have to hand it to Eileen and Theo. They saw the possibilities first.
Im sorry. I havent the faintest idea what youre talking about.
Neither do I, Douglas. Whats up? Marston asked.
He was seated to her left. Cool, smooth, impeccable. A powerful, neatly manicured hand wrapped around his coffee cup.
Brad, show the sketches, please.
Brad Casey was a nice guy. Tall, slim, with thinning, long blond hair, he had a gift for taking a spoken concept and translating it onto paper. He flushed uncomfortably as he rose from his position at the far end of the table and lifted the cover from an easel. Jillian gasped.
He had drawn her. In an incredibly flattering way. She was sure she was far more electric in his sketch than she had ever been in life. She was looking at a man, her eyes alive, conveying a warmth that seemed to come from the soul, as he fastened a locket around her throat. The entire image was stunning. It captured something more than the giving of a special gift to a special person. It seemed to evoke the very essence of two people together, living for one another, understanding the gift not so much of a locket, but of love. The very best, and most tender, of human emotions.
Wow. Thatsthats outstanding, Brad, she said softly. And extremely flattering, by the way. Thank you.
She made sure to add the last. He was a brilliant artist, but never really convinced of his talent. A capable man, but often very shy.
His flush deepened.
Well, of course, it is idealized Eileen began.
Jillian glows, Daniel said.
Just like Rudolphs nose, Griff said cheerfully.
The others stared at him.
Show the next sketch, Brad, Douglas advised, breaking the silence.
Brad flipped the page. This time, it was a beach setting. She stood by a palm tree. Branches and fronds dipped over her head; the ocean rolled ahead of her. It was dusk, hues of incredible beauty captured on the page. One hand was on the tree, the other reaching for the man coming toward her.
She almost choked.
It was Robert Marston.
She couldnt look at him. She felt deeply humiliated, as if he had been paid to come herefor her.
Grandfather, did you
No. Brad admits to using you as his model, but he didnt know Robert, so that likeness is purely coincidental, Douglas informed her.
Marston was studying Brad with his fathomless dark eyes. Quite a coincidence, he commented.
Yes, sir, Brad said. His eyes touched Jillians. Im sorry. I didnt mean to upset you. We usually hire models, though weve been doing more and more on computer lately, but when I heard what type of feeling they wantedreally, it was me. Just me. And Im truly sorry.
It was an incredible speech for Brad Casey, who looked even more desperately miserable than she felt.
No, no, Brad, what you did isincredibly flattering, as I said. Im certainly not angry with you.
Douglas leaned forward, hands folded on the meeting table, powder-blue eyes steady on hers. We think its incredible. An accidental piece of genius. What better way to promote Llewellyn Enterprises than with a real Llewellyn? We want to make this the centerpiece of a major campaign. Naturally, though, it has to be all right with you. And Robert.
Theyre wonderful sketches. And if you think that theyll increase sales, by all means, use them, she said, though she still felt shaken by the power of the art.
Its more than that, Jillian, Eileen said, sitting forward. Youd have to be really out there.
Really out therehow? she enquired.
A campaign, Jill. We want to do a campaign. We want to do some stills, maybe some TV ads. Theo was the first to see it. The sketches are just the beginning.
Jillian must have been looking at Theo blankly, because he added, Were hoping to get you on some of the talk shows.
What do I have to talk about? she asked.
The company. We can increase our Christmas sales, and by doing so, well be able to increase our charitable donations. Well even do a special campaign, something for the childrens hospital you support.
Theo, she thought, was really trying to talk her into it. She wasnt sure she shared his enthusiasm, though. She wasnt convinced that her image would sell more jewelry or improve sales at all.
We can focus on your piece this year. We havent worked it all out yet, Douglas said. But the campaign will have something to do with the timelessness of beauty, relationships, the human need for love and permanence. And a full ten percent of each sale will go to charity.
Marston leaned forward before she could speak. Dont you think we might be putting Jillian in danger by making her so well known? he enquired, not quite sure why the fear loomed so large in his mind.
Danger? Eileen exclaimed.
All our images have already been out there, Daniel said. For Douglass last birthday, family shots ran in a number of national publications.
And the press was all over Jillian last year when Mi Eileen began, then broke off.
When Milo died, Griff ended quietly.
There was a tremendous amount of press then. Especially in the city. You must remember, Theo told him.
Anyone with money and influence stands in danger, Douglas said, breaking in at last. I see your point, Robert. But I also believe that what the others are saying is trueweve all been out there many times. Our faces are certainly recognizable. Ive always had the best and most up-to-date security on the house, and the company that handles this building is top-rated. From the richest man to the poorest, no one is safe from random acts of violence. We need to be smart. But I have always refused to live like an ostrich. I came from nothing, and I was blessed to create this empirea small empire, but an empire all the same. I like this campaign. It gives back, and it shares the spirit of the season.
Thats another point. Most Christmas ads are already ready to run, and ours are no exception. Marketing strategies have been carefully put into place