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Despite the design department facing staff shortages, the prospect of treating everyone to a meal had
unexpectedly brightened the atmosphere. "You're lucky," quipped the male designer, who was fond of teasing.
This taround, Irene wasn't toiling away solo on her clothing designs as the male designer had generously
lent her his expertise.
Irene responded with a gentle smile and chose to remain silent.
Abigail, on the other hand, began to sense something amiss between them but didn't make any overt gestures.
After summoning Irene and Yeezy into the office, Abigail directed her inquiry to Yeezy first. "Have you received
any inquiries from anyone wanting to purchase the clothes?"
A smile adorned Yeezy's face as she replied, "I was just about to tell you that someone offered9 million to
purchase the entire collection."
"From the entertainment industry?" Abigail still favored the idea of selling to up-and-coming stars or those
renowned for their acting skills, which would bolster the designer's reputation within the industry and potentially
lead to higher sales prices.
"I don't recognize the buyer personally, but here's the number." Yeezy retrieved her phone and passed it over.
Upon accepting the phone, Abigail glanced at the displayed number before copying it and forwarding it to
Xavien.
"I'll have someone look into it for you, so hold off on selling for now," Abigail remarked and shot a glance at
Irene. "What about yours?"
"There's a museum that's keen ondonating this garment to them. They want to exhibit it to promote
culture," Irene revealed. She was secretly quite inclined toward the idea of having it showcased in a
museum.
Abigail looked at her and was momentarily unsure of how to respond.
Luna cleared her throat. "Which museum is it?"
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"It's reportedly the Endosky Museum," Irene replied, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. The call from the
party had caught her off guard, and in her immediate thoughts, Abigail was the first person who cto mind.
After all, Irene worked for L.Moon, and this piece of clothing had gained significant attention. How to handle it
exactly? Well, that was up to Abigail.
"Do you happen to have a breakdown of the costs involved in creating this garment?" Luna asked calmly while
reclining back in her wheelchair.
Her inquiry prompted a moment of reflection for Irene as the latter hadn't considered the financial aspect of her
creation.
All the materials for the garment were provided by L.Moon, totaling roughly around 150 thousand. The gold
thread was particularly expensive, and the fabric used was also of high quality.
Luna's subsequent words carried a weight of wisdom, her calm demeanor belying the seriousness of her mess
ge. "Are you aware that if someone, a company, or even a collective values your labor, they'll compensate you
accordingly? It's essential to understand that even for cultural promotion, financial backing is crucial. When it
comes to promoting cultural tourism or hiring models, they all understand the need for payment. If Endosky
Museum isn't willing to compensate you, they're simply exploiting your talent," she concluded, her voice tinged
with a silent sigh.
It was probably because they thought Irene was naive, so that was why they did this to her.
"Givethe phone," Abigail instructed.
Without hesitation, she dialed the other person's number.
However, disappointment struck as the other party promptly disconnected the call, not just once, but twice in a
row. Hence, thwarting Abigail's attempts to communicate with them.
Luna's lips curled into a sardonic smirk, her chin tilting upwards as she said to Irene, "Why don't you give it a
shot?"
Irene hesitated momentarily before reaching for the phone. Her fingers tapped against the screen as she
attempted to reach out once more. Yet, the ringing tone echoed fruitlessly, and she was met with silence on the
other end.
This was clear that the other party knew Abigail's phone number.
Luna's expression soured, a mixture of disdain and disappointment evident as she gestured widely, "Their
insincerity speaks volumes."
A perplexed Irene scratched her head in bewilderment. "I never expected such behavior from them."
Luna offered a knowing nod, her
voice tinged with empathy as she elaborated, "It's not entirely unexpected: You're still relatively new to Moon,
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vividly recalled showcasing Abigail's designs at modest fashion exhibitions, only to encounter.
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"Would you mind handling this garment for me? I'm not really well-versed in these matters." Irene hesitated to
get involved in clothing matters. Most importantly, everything about the clothes was made by L.Moon.
As the duo made their way back to the office, Abigail's phone suddenly chimed with an incoming call.
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Spotting the caller ID displaying the CEO of Leap Gaming Technology's name, Kirby Antoine, Abigail's lips curved
into a knowing smile as she tapped the answer button and pushed Luna out of the design department.
"It's been quite stsince we last caught up. How have you been?" Her voice exuded warmth as she
engaged in conversation.
Naturally, Leap Gaming Technology was interested in obtaining the licensing rights for Phoenix outfits. Abigail,
well aware of the purpose behind his call, prepared herself for the negotiation ahead.
"Phoenix outfits cwith a hefty price tag, so we can't adhere to the previous profit-sharing arrangement," she
articulated.
"Would a 15% commission suffice? Considering it's the brainchild of our in-house designer, L.Moon, there's also a
need to allocate a share to the original creator. Can you appreciate the complexity of the situation?" she
continued.
The two of them stepped out of the elevator, and Luna wheeled herself into the office.
After hammering out the terms of the collaboration, Abigail requested Leap Gaming Technology's patience for
another week so that the details could be finalized before she made the official announcement. "Any other
ideas?" Luna inquired.
"Indeed. Take care of matters at the company, and I'll reach out to someone," Abigail responded, reaching for her
phone to dial Cindy's number.
Upon Cindy's prompt answer, Abigail wasted no tin asking, "Are you available? I'd like to meet face-to-face.
There's a matter | could really use your assistance with."
Cindy's voice exuded eagerness as she replied, "What is it? I'm all ears and ready to help in any way | can!"
With a polite demeanor, Abigail requested, "Could you arrange for Madam Wright to have a meal with me? | have
a collaboration proposal to discuss with her."
Cindy's response was swift and enthusiastic, "Absolutely, not a problem at all! Madam Wright and | are quite
close. Would lunch today work for you?" "Sounds perfect." Abigail agreed without hesitation.
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