think a title for :Rose
As the room fell into a brief silence, tension thickened the air. I anxiously scanned the faces of the board members, hoping to catch a glimpse of support amidst the skepticism. Mr. Shoemaker's accusatory words echoed in my mind, threatening to undermine all my efforts.
“Mr. Jones, I've always been best of your supports but this is unexpectable. You’ve risked a great product of our company into the hands of someone inexperienced in this field of work. I don’t know if it is unprofessionalism or just some personal bond but it is bound to cause loss for our company.”
Joseph, the pillar of support beside me, rose to the occasion, defending my position with unwavering determination. His voice carried a sense of authority as he addressed the dissenter. “Mr. Shoemaker, I understand your concerns, but let's not dismiss the talent and potential Rose brings to the table. It's true that she is relatively new, but sometimes, fresh perspectives can lead to extraordinary breakthroughs. I completely trust her vision, and I've looked through every detail before bringing it out in front of you all. I hope you all will give her a fair chance.”
Mr. Shoemaker leaned back in his chair, a hint of skepticism still etched on his face. However, another board member, Ms. Sullivan, chimed in, her voice filled with curiosity. “Rose, tell us more about your plans for implementing these ideas. How do you see them materializing into a successful marketing campaign?”
Feeling a renewed surge of confidence, I took a step forward, my body language conveying determination. “Thank you for your question, Ms. Sullivan. My vision for this project extends beyond mere ideas. I have meticulously crafted a detailed strategy that encompasses every aspect of the campaign, from market research to target audience engagement, and from branding to execution. I believe in leveraging creativity, innovation, and data-driven insights to ensure the success of this venture.”
As I spoke, I noticed the board members leaning in, their skepticism giving way to genuine interest. Their gazes remained fixed on me, scrutinizing every word, every gesture. I was acutely aware of the weight of this moment, the potential to either soar or stumble.
Joseph, always attuned to my emotions, gently squeezed my arm, offering silent encouragement. His unwavering support provided a much-needed boost of confidence. With renewed vigor, I continued presenting my plans, elaborating on the nuances, and addressing each concern raised.
The room buzzed with lively discussion and debate, opinions clashed, and perspectives intermingled. I stood my ground, passionately defending my vision, while Joseph, the calm and composed voice of reason, interjected with well-timed remarks, steering the conversation back to the essence of the presentation.
This time Mr. Shiban interjected. “Look, we like the ideas, but there are certain things that looks better of paper but when it comes to its practicality, they fail immensely. That is when real life experience comes handy for damage control. Here, millions of dollars are at stake and more than that our company’s reputation. Do you think you are willing to risk all that. why can't we just do things the way we’ve always been doing?”
Joseph took a bold step, his voice resonating with conviction. “Ladies and gentlemen, we stand at a crucial crossroad for Fame Foods. It's true that outsourcing our marketing management has served us well in the past, but now is the time to take a leap of faith, to embrace the potential within our own ranks. Rose has displayed dedication, creativity, and a deep understanding of our company's values. I believe in her ability to steer this project towards success.”
The room fell silent once again, the weight of Joseph's words hanging in the air. Slowly, a consensus began to form among the board members.
They are unwilling to take the risk with me. 
“If you are willing to…” Joseph begin again preaching for me. but I wasn’t ready for another pill of humiliation for him to take on behalf of me.
“Joseph stop.” I muttered latching on to his arm. 
He moved closer to me ear, “Rose stop. Let me talk. Okay?”
“No, please stop. It’s over. It’s done.”
“Excuse me for a minute ladies and gentlemen.” Pulling me up, he dragged me out of the meeting.
He dragged me into his office, my heart heavy with self-doubt and disappointment. The weight of my perceived failure threatened to crush my spirits. But Joseph's stern voice pulled me out of my swirling thoughts.
“Rose, stop,” he said firmly, his gaze fixed on me. “Let me handle this.”
“Joseph don’t worry, even if I don’t do this project…”
I attempted to speak again, to express my willingness to step back from the project, but he interrupted me with a commanding tone. “Rose, enough. You were incredible in there. You presented your ideas with confidence and passion. They're trying to bring you down because they see your potential. Don't let their doubts cloud your judgment. You have to stand with your beliefs. And please, don’t make me feel like I've made a mistake thinking of you as someone strong.”
I stared at him, the turmoil within me conflicting with his unwavering belief in my abilities. His words penetrated my self-doubt, reigniting a flicker of determination within me.
“You really think so?” I asked, my voice laced with vulnerability.
“Yes, Rose. I've seen your talent, your dedication. You have what it takes to succeed in this project,” he reassured me.
Joseph proceeded to guide me through a series of conversations, coaching me on how to exude confidence, maintain composure, and emphasize the value I could bring to the company. His advice, a blend of wisdom and experience, instilled a newfound resolve within me.
After our impromptu pep talk, Joseph led me back into the boardroom, where the board members awaited my decision. Taking a deep breath, I stood tall, ready to make my case.
“Gentlemen, I understand your concerns,” I began, my voice steady. “But before we proceed, I want to share a personal story with you.”
I proceeded to recount the tale of my father, his entrepreneurial spirit, and his unwavering belief in me. The room grew silent as I spoke, my words carrying the weight of my convictions and the legacy I sought to honor.
“I may not have years of experience, but I have something much more valuable: passion, dedication, and a burning desire to make a difference,” I declared, my voice ringing with determination. “I ask you to give me a chance, to trust in my abilities and my commitment to this project. Together, we can create something extraordinary.”
As I finished speaking, the room remained still, the board members exchanging glances. Mr. Shoemaker, the skeptic who had questioned my capabilities earlier, leaned forward, contemplating my words.
“I will discuss this with the team,” he finally said, his voice measured. “We will carefully evaluate your proposal and make a decision accordingly.”
With that, the meeting concluded, and the board members began to disperse. Some left with lingering skepticism, while others seemed genuinely intrigued by the passion I had displayed.
As Joseph and I walked out of the boardroom, a sense of accomplishment tinged with uncertainty filled the air. We exchanged a knowing glance, silently acknowledging the uphill battle that lay ahead.
“Sir, as you know we've been outsourcing our marketing management for a long time,” Joseph spoke up, determined to make one final point. “I think it's time we take a leap of faith and embrace the potential within our own company. Whatever the end result may be, we owe it to ourselves to explore new possibilities.”
His words hung in the air, a testament to his belief in my abilities and his unwavering support. It was a thrilling and fluttering moment, where the promise of something remarkable danced on the horizon.
We left the office that day, our minds abuzz with anticipation and uncertainty, ready to face the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead. Little did we know that this pivotal moment would shape not only our professional lives but also the intricate dance of our personal connection.
Next day, upon entering the office I was called again in front of everybody present in this room yesterday. Finally, the chairman spoke, his voice carrying a note of resolution. “I believe we should place our trust in Rose and Joseph's judgment. Let us venture into uncharted territory, guided by their expertise and vision. After all, it is the willingness to take risks that has brought us this far.”
A collective nod of agreement swept through the room, and a wave of relief washed over me. It was a small victory, a step towards proving myself amidst the doubts and reservations. But it was a step nonetheless.
As the meeting adjourned, Joseph turned to me, a proud smile on his face. “You did it, Rose. Your hard work and dedication have paid off. Now, let's go celebrate this triumph and toast to the future of Fame Foods.”
I couldn't help but beam with joy, grateful for Joseph's unwavering support. Together, we walked out of the boardroom, ready to face the challenges and opportunities that awaited us on this exhilarating journey.
The bar was alive with laughter and celebration as the AdVenture Co team revelled in their hard-earned success. Glasses clinked, voices intertwined, and a sense of accomplishment filled the air. I couldn't help but be swept away by the contagious excitement that surrounded me.
Amidst the joyful chaos, Joseph took center stage, raising his glass high and capturing everyone's attention. The room fell into a hushed anticipation, eager to hear his words. His commanding presence and magnetic charm made it impossible to look away.
“Cheers to each and every one of you!” Joseph's voice boomed, reaching every corner of the room. A surge of pride swelled within me as his words acknowledged our collective efforts. I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for being a part of this incredible team.
As Joseph continued speaking, his words became more earnest, more serious. I watched as his eyes met mine, and my heart skipped a beat. It was as if he spoke directly to me, urging me to believe in myself, to have confidence in my abilities.
The night carried on, filled with laughter, clinks of glasses, and stories of triumph. But amidst the jubilant chaos, I felt the need for a moment of respite. A breath of fresh air beckoned me, and I excused myself from the festivities, seeking solace outside.
The cool night air greeted me as I stepped onto the dimly lit street. The bustling sounds of the bar faded away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. To my surprise, Joseph appeared by my side, his presence both comforting and intriguing.
As his gaze met mine, a sense of vulnerability washed over me. I found myself apologizing for my emotional outburst yesterday, feeling a tinge of regret for showing such vulnerability in front of him. But Joseph's smile was warm, his eyes filled with understanding, and he assured me that my emotions were nothing to be ashamed of.
“Rose, never apologize for showing your emotions. It's what makes you authentic and passionate,” he said, his voice carrying a gentle reassurance. “But remember, you also have immense strength within you. Believe in yourself.”
His words resonated deeply within me, stirring a mixture of gratitude and desire. In that quiet moment, a gust of wind swept across my face, causing a few strands of my hair to dance across my cheeks. Without hesitation, Joseph's hand reached out, his touch delicate as he tucked the strands behind my ear.
Time seemed to stand still as his fingers grazed my skin. In that fleeting moment, the world around us faded away, and all I could see was the intensity in his eyes. My heart fluttered, beating rapidly in my chest, as I found myself irresistibly drawn to him.
But as quickly as the moment had come, I stepped back, breaking the spell that had enveloped us. Confusion and longing battled within me, a maelstrom of emotions I struggled to comprehend. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I bid Joseph goodnight, retreating back into the bustling atmosphere of the bar.
Joining my colleagues, I attempted to lose myself in the celebration, yet my mind remained consumed by the electric connection I had shared with Joseph. As I weaved through the crowd, my thoughts were a whirlwind of exhilaration and uncertainty. The night held a newfound enchantment, and I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us, for the company, and for this undeniable chemistry that had begun to weave its way into my heart.