Oh, if there was anything Cecil was particularly talented in, it was getting people to listen. A big, life-changing decision like this, one that offered an uncertain opportunity over their own decent, stable job was a hard sell for most, but Cecil Lovette wasn't like them. His aura lapped up the positive energy hungrily, and now he just needed to put the finishing touches and close the deal.Cecil nodded. "You don't need to cling to dying things, Flo, unless you want to die with it. Gonna be honest: Your channel? I don't think you're going to see it in a few years. You need to jump ship, hun. Lux is better. Fresher. More relevant."
At her question, he nodded. "You can still star on the news and... you have a talk show, right? I know people on your channel go on just for that. We've been having with Fabio, the current one, and it would greatly benefit the Station if they hire the Manta Carlos local sweetheart. Since it's new, you can negotiate segments. Things you want to do. If you want, your contract would also allow you to star in shows, demonstrate your acting talents to the island. You can work with me on Royals, honey." He winked.
Cecil pulled out a card for his father and CEO of Lux's number, Alastair Quincy, and slid it across the table. "Think of it, your face lit on billboards again. Your pictures going for hundreds of dollars. Maybe an acting gig — movie, TV. Give us a call." Cecil smiled.