Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Joyce headed over to Natalie’s desk. The former placed her elbow on the latter’s desk and rested her head on her own hand. The two were really close to one another when Joyce whispered, “It’s about the variety show. Those models made our designs famous, and many people have gone online and made requests for the same outfits. Should we start mass producing and selling those outfits?”

“The timing sounds about right. Contact the textile mill and have them start production,” instructed Natalie after checking the calendar on her desk.

Joyce clapped her hands once and promised, “No problem. I will notify them in a sec. Nat, should we set up an online store before that?”

“An online store?” repeated Natalie with her brows raised.

The term “money” might seem a little too crude, but their brands had not reached the level of success that allowed them to be picky. They couldn’t even afford not to be frugal, so what else could they do if not they didn’t focus on making money?

Without money, they would not have the budget to buy fine fabrics to make quality garments.

Natalie didn’t think there was anything wrong with what Joyce said, so the former nodded and said, “Then, I will leave it all to you. I have to go overseas in two days because my mentor’s birthday is right around the corner.”

“Oh yeah, Ms. Mackenzie’s birthday is in two days,” murmured Joyce, “Alright, you go ahead. Please get her a birthday gift on my behalf as well.”

“Sure,” replied Natalie while nodding.

talked a little more about the designs of the

kept herself busy after Joyce had left as she started working

Natalie headed over to the television station to discuss the specifics of the outfit the celebrities would be wearing in the next

to go to the beach, so the theme they set for the

the design drafts ready as quickly as possible,”

shook her hand in return. “We’ll be counting on your incredible talents, Ms. Smith,”

kind words,” replied Natalie with a smile before she bid her goodbye

out of his office before he

the first floor of the television station when she suddenly recalled something. Her eyes

know if Warren Litch still works here?” asked Natalie

scanned Natalie suspiciously and asked, “Why do you

expression remained serene when she lied, “He’s my uncle, and it had been a while since he visited the family

look into the records for you,” replied the receptionist while nodding. She then started working on the computer to gain

the nice lady as she stood in front of the reception’s desk. The