Grace Foster sighed, "Fine... but you don't have to undervalue your own brand like that, do you? After all, you only make three pieces in each size for Cave... many people can't even get their hands on one."
Ivy River thought for a moment, "Let's make ten pieces of each garment for Cave. Otherwise, it makes me look stingy."
Grace Foster's eyes lit up, "Oh my, what made you suddenly realize this? It's really a cause for celebration!"
Ivy River gave her an exasperated look, "I'm not the Devil. You make it sound like I'm an oppressive demon exploiting your labor. Don't we also have mass-produced clothes?"
Grace Foster grinned, "Oh, you're the boss, of course you have the final say. You're a top designer, what am I? I'm just a jack-of-all-trades."
"Alright, everything's pretty good."
Ivy River walked around, checked on Eve's work, and was quite satisfied.
Just as she finished speaking,
a large chunk of plaster fell off the wall beside her.
