Chapter 1023
Even so, they hesitated for a while before deciding to leave.
Jeanette glanced uneasily at the closed office.
The secretary, about to leave, couldn’t help but chuckle at Jeanette’s expression. “Busy convincing others, yet can’t convince yourself, huh?”
Jeanette shook her head gently. “I trust Ms. Summers’ ability. I’m just wondering… Ms. Summers seems really ticked off today.”
The secretary pondered and nodded with a touch of confusion. “True, she’s not one to smile often, but this level of anger is a first.”
Jeanette’s brow furrowed deeper, eager to know why, but she couldn’t just barge in and ask.
Finally, the secretary clocked out and left. The autumn days were short, and it was pitch dark outside with neon lights aglow, but Chloe’s office remained eerily silent. Jeanette waited by the door for Chloe, growing impatient to check on her.
At 7 PM, Chloe’s expression had turned icy cold. The paperwork was long done, and she just sat in her office chair, Jeanette’s latest single playing in the background.
Just as Jeanette couldn’t help but raise her hand to knock on the door, there came a sudden flurry of footsteps in this otherwise desolate area. The footsteps grew nearer, and she turned her head to find a slender figure panting and running towards her.
Jeanette opened her mo uth, staring at the girl who was running towards her, the prominent red birthmark on her forehead standing out.
Aware that this might have been something others were sensitive about, Jeanette quickly shifted her gaze from the birthmark to the flushed face. A rosy-cheeked, delicate face with cherry lips and a cute nose. Despite the birthmark, it was clear she was a beauty.
“Ms. Randle, is… is Ms. Summers still here?”
Her voice was trembling, her small face anxious as if she was about to burst into tears.
Jeanette quickly stepped aside and said, “She is still here.”
Relief flashed across the girl’s face, followed by a hint of timidity. She clutched the folder in her arms tightly.
Jeanette glanced at it, a little confused. She knew the girl spent most of her time with the new stylist, assuming she was his assistant, so she was unsure what she intended to do now.
“Ms. Randle… what if… what if you were asked to wear an unbranded, even obscure, gown at a significant public event… would you do it?”
As she spoke, she held the folder even tighter, biting her lip and looking at Jeanette with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Seeing where the conversation was heading, Jeanette’s gaze involuntarily shifted to the folder in the girl’s embrace, seemingly grasping something.
“I’m not sure about others, but as a woman, I believe we all like to wear beautiful, fitting clothes. As for the brand… I believe beauty is a brand. So, as long as it fits and looks good on me, I’d definitely wear it.”
A somewhat surprised Katie stared at her, evidently not expecting such a comment from a famous star like Jeanette.
Jeanette pointed towards Chloe’s office. “Ms. Summers is waiting for you inside, go on in.”
Katie nodded emphatically, took a deep breath, and knocked on the office door. Chloe, seated in her chair, turned her head with a stern expression.
Seeing it was Katie, she rested the pen in her hand on the table, closed the open folder, and spoke in a cool tone.
“What are you here for?”
Chloe’s cold demeanor left Katie hesitating at the doorway, too scared to walk in.
Chloe gave her a sidelong glance, then slowly rose from her chair. She placed her phone in her purse. “If you have nothing to say, I should get going.”
Seeing Chloe heading towards the coat rack, Katie quickly stepped forward. “Ms. Summers, I… I’d like to participate in Fashion Week.”
Chloe paused, “You?”
Katie handed the tightly clutched items in her arms to Chloe. “These are the designs I’ve been working on around the clock. They’re all based on the styles of Ms. Randle and the other artists in the company. I… can I…”
Before Katie could finish, Chloe took the design drafts from her. She scrutinized the drafts. Each artist’s name was scribbled at the corner of their respective design. The strong sense of style was evident from the mere sketches.
Aside from Katie’s unique design touches, the distinctive styles of Jeanette and the other artists were vividly portrayed. Even without any figures, Chloe could imagine them donning the gowns.
She raised her eyebrow slightly. “Didn’t expect you to have such a keen eye for others’ outfits given your usual laid-back manner.”
“Because they’re all so beautiful…”
A faint smile crossed Chloe’s face as she handed the design drafts back to Katie.
“Have you thought of a name for your designs?”
“Huh?”
Chloe put on her coat and looked at her. “Don’t you think it deserves a name?”
Katie’s heart began to race.
“A name..”
“Yes. Its name, your future brand’s name.”
She clutched the design drafts tightly.
A brand…
“Can… can I have my own brand?”
Chloe buttoned her coat, expressionless. “Never thought about it?”
“I have!” Katie quickly responded, then seeing Chloe’s amused look, her face flushed. “Just… I haven’t thought that far ahead yet, so I don’t have a name…”
“You can take your time to think about it.”
Chloe picked up her bag, turned around, and pointed at the design drafts in Katie’s embrace. “At least my waiting wasn’t in vain.” Katie was at a loss for words.
“I’ve turned down multiple brand collaborations already. If you didn’t show up, or if your designs weren’t up to par, do you know the repercussions I’d face?”
Katie suddenly got a knot in her stomach. “Did you really turn down all the brand dealers before?”
Chloe didn’t give her a straight answer, “Just give it your all. I’m excited to see how far you guys can go
Just as Chloe was about to take off, Katie quickly reached out and grabbed her
“Chloe, I really can’t thank you enough. Without you… all of this would just be a pipe dream. Thanks for giving me a shot.”
