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have to bring her to this meeting? I read her respondent application. She’s nothing more than a failed waitress, who obviously packs away donuts with her meager wages.”
    I could see anger and shame fall over Olive’s face, and it gutted me. I was about to give Clint a piece of my mind, but Jaime beat me to it.
    “Actually, Ms. Clit—”
    “Clint!”
    Jaime harrumphed. “Sorry. But either way, I totally disagree with you. I personally happen to love Donut King donuts as does my wife, and it totally turns me on when I watch her eat one.”
    I was all ears as Jaime elaborated.
    “What I gleaned from the focus group is that eating a donut is an erotic experience. When I saw the respondents’ reaction to Olive savoring her cream-filled donut, something clicked. The commercial came to me in a New York minute. Imagine…we’re inside a Donut King…customers are seated at tables, sipping coffee. A gorgeous blonde walks up to the counter and orders a cream-filled donut. In slow motion, she bites into it, and as she does, reaches an unprecedented level of ecstasy. We see her face light up as she moans, ‘Oh, Oh, Oh!’ All eyes turn to her, and one of the customers shouts, ‘I want what she’s having.’ Another salivating customer says, ‘Me too!’ There’s a mass bee-line to the donut counter while we pan in on a close-up of our orgasmic beauty licking the cream off her sensuous lips.”
    While I was practically salivating and picturing the whole commercial in my head, Jaime turned to his young art director.
    “Ray, would you please show Owen and Ms. Clint the tagline we’ve come up with.”
    My eyes stayed on his stylishly dressed colleague as he stepped over to an easel displaying a large canvas-covered board. He slipped the cover off, and my jaw dropped to the floor. Facing me was an image of me, not wearing a fake beard or that geeky costume, but rather tight jeans and a Donut King T-shirt that exposed my physique. My right hand was raised, my index finger and thumb joined to form an “O” like the O-K signal. And beside me was as an image of a sexy blonde, who was kissing my cheek. Above the couple was the tagline. I said it aloud with Jaime.
    “I’m the Donut King. Let me put the big ‘O’ in donuts.”
    Clint leaped to her feet. “That’s preposterous!”
    “It’s fucking genius,” I countered. “Sit down, Clint.”
    Reluctantly, she did as I asked, her face heating. Ignoring her, I turned my attention to Jaime.
    “Man, I think you fucking nailed it.”
    A big smile beamed on Jaime’s face as his art director returned to his seat. “I’m glad you like it. We all love it.”
    Grinning, his team nodded in agreement.
    “What can we do to put this on the fast track?” I chortled. “Oh, by the way, you’re hired.”
    After a thumbs up, Jaime got serious. “Listen, I don’t ordinarily do this, but I’d like to get started right away too. There’s a good possibility we can get placement in the Super Bowl.”
    “The Super Bowl? Are you fucking kidding? That would be killer.” Indeed, a spot airing during the highly anticipated event could be a game changer and turn our business around.
    “No, I mean it. What I want to do is get your business affairs people in touch with mine right away, but in the meantime, we’ll work together in good faith that we’ll strike a deal quickly. The retainer agreement is pretty standard…probably a lot like the one you had with your previous agency.”
    “That’s great. So what’s the next step?”
    “I’m going to have my art department move forward with a storyboard and I’ll personally write the copy. I’d like to cast the The Big O Girl as soon as possible. In fact, if you’re free tomorrow afternoon, we can set up a casting session right here.”
    “That would be awesome.”
    “But Owen, we have the staff meeting tomorrow and that could last all afternoon,” protested Clint.
    “Fuck it.” I turned to my precious Olive, who had