“There’s one more thing,” Queenie said, her expression tense. “This <b>version </b><b>is </b><b>just </b><b>a </b>revision of the second draft, so the ovep is significant. We’ll need <b>to </b><b>overhaul </b>it again, which means the situation isn’t exactly in our favor.”
Getting a jewelry collection approved was always a marathon–time–consuming, expensive, and exhausting. But none of that was as frustrating as the real issue: the product’s impact. If apetitorunched something simr before them<b>, </b>no matter how dazzling their own design was, the effect would be dulled. That was the real threat.
“For now, let’s make one prototype and keep all our sketches and documentation ready. If Sienna decides to go to the press and use us of copying, at least we’ll have evidence to defend ourselves. But even if we clear our names, the public’s first impression will still be that we stole someone else’s idea.”
Alessia studied the third version’s sketches carefully, her voice calm and measured. “So what do we do about the giarism issue? We can’t really change the core concept at this point… Can we push the timeline back to Wednesday?” Ste asked, frowning. Her family’s business wasn’t in fashion, so all she could do was offer what advice she could.
“No,” Alessia said tly. “We don’t have enough time, and even if we did, changing our story now would only make us look unreliable. Either way, whether we’re the ones copying or being copied, it hurts us. The clients might feel sorry for us, but they’re not here to empathize–they’re here to buy.”
Cole tapped the table, drawing everyone’s attention. “Our studio caters to powerful, sessful women–clients who are rational and discerning, not your average consumer. They don’t care how much a piece costs; they care about what it says about them, whether it enhances their image, whether it delights them.”
“If we get copied or our designs leak, that’s our problem, not theirs. But if it affects them in any way, do you really think they’lle back next time?”
He rifled through the documents in front of him, now fully understanding Queenie’s business model.
“Cole’s right,” Justin chimed in. “And don’t forget the investors. They’ll reassess the risks. If apany can’t even keep its designs secure, no matter how lucrative it looks, investors will think twice.”
08:02
Silence fell <b>over </b>the <b>office </b><b>as </b><b>everyone </b><b>absorbed </b>this.
“<b>For </b><b>now</b>, we need to approach this from two angles, Alessia said, <b>closing </b><b>her </b><b>folder </b>and rapping
all the facts. Whetha Khuckles on the table. All eyes turned to her. “First, <b>gather </b>
all the facts. Whether we go public early or after the event, it puts us at <b>a </b>disadvantage, so talk to the press and try <i>to </i>contain the situation.”
“Queenie, work with a few trusted designers and revise the collection. Meanwhile<b>, </b><b>I’ll </b>coordinate with the Whitley Group’s factory–they’ll run 24/7 if needed. At the very least, we need to get the base pieces ready.”
“Understood.” Queenie never doubted Alessia’s abilities; after all, it was Alessia’s strategies and risk assessments that had gotten the business off the ground in the first ce. Even Queenie’s first investment hade from her.
“But if the designs are still so simr, won’t the prototypes be useless?” Ste asked, brows furrowed.
“That’s where youe in, Ste.” Alessia turned to her, a sly smile ying on her lips.
“What?” Ste shrank back a little under Alessia’s gaze.
“I looked into it–the venue where Sienna’s hosting her exhibition? It’s one of your family’s properties.”
Sometimes, business warfare was as blunt and brutal as that.
They all exchanged knowing, almost wicked grins–enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine.