Finnegan
My mother, Gina Wolfe had never once in her life said the words well done to me. Tonight would not be the first time.
"The seating arrangement for the press night is an embarrassment." My mother held up the launch proposal, glaring at it with her lips curled in disgust.
"And why is Bloomberg in the front row?! The automotive press should be closest to the demonstration track. Financial journalists go to the back or they'll spend the entire evening writing about your stock price instead of what the engine actually does."
"The venue coordinator suggested that arrangement based on-"
"Find a new venue coordinator." She turned another page. "My God, the catering. You're going to serve Beef Wellington at a car launch, Finnegan?"
"It's the venue's signature menu. Three of our previous launches have been held there without complaint and the client feedback has-"
