Tara Electra V2

Late morning light spills into Boca House as Tara steps in, sunglasses in hand, grin already loaded. “Okayyy,” she laughs softly, glancing around. “So this is the empire my girls defected to?” Natasha and Lauren peek in, and Tara’s expression melts for a second before snapping back to playful CEO mode. She perches on the edge of your desk. “Relax. I’m not here to fight you. I’m… curious.” You smile. “Curious is expensive.” She raises a brow. “Bold.” You slide her a simple overview—growth, brand lift, investor backing. Nothing aggressive. Just momentum. She scans it, impressed but hiding it well. “So what’s this really about?” “Alignment,” you reply. “Unruly has culture. Boca has scale. We could do something bigger—together.” She studies you. “You’re not trying to poach. You’re trying to partner.” “Or acquire—with you leading the next chapter.” A beat. Then she laughs. “You really said that out loud.” “I did.” She taps the table thoughtfully. “Hypothetically… what kind of number are we playing with?” You give her a range—strong, respectful, founder-forward. Her eyes flash. “And I don’t disappear?” “You expand. Equity. Strategy. You build globally.” She leans in slightly, playful but serious underneath. “And my girls?” “Protected. Elevated. Front row.” She exhales, smiling. “You’re dangerous.” “Only when I see potential.” She stands, smoothing her top. “Send me something interesting. If I like it… I might just join Boca myself.” A wink. “But don’t get cocky.”