— Silver Gant Hotel, Asteroid City —
Inside her luxury five-star suite, Emma sat behind a glossy marble table so polished it could've doubled as a mirror.
The table was cluttered with extravagant dishes — lobster bisque, grilled octopus, saffron rice in a golden bowl, and a tiny army of desserts — but her eyes were locked on her laptop screen like it owed her money.
Her brow furrowed as numbers and charts glowed against her face.
"Alright…"
She tapped the side of her pen against her lips.
"… first branch in France, Éclat by Hermia launch party, exclusive lines, haute couture collab… and I have to rope in at least one A-list model to blow it all up."
Her finger dragged down a glowing list of names.
Supermodels. Celebrities. Influencers.
All of them came with fat price tags.
"$300K… 1.2 mil… 4.6—Ughh."
Her eyes stopped at Bella Trevors.
Emma squinted.
"Bella would skyrocket sales…"
She admitted bitterly. Very bitterly.
