Chapter: 103
"Consider it done. Don't worry, boss!" Three Drops responded immediately.
Kaitlin set her phone down with a heavy sigh.
Talk about bad Luck!
Just then, Quintin entered with a coffee in hand. "You still upset?"
"I wonder what had got into Lilliana last night. If she hadn't made such a fuss, we wouldn't be in this mess," Kaitlin confessed, feeling that perhaps she had been too soft before.
She was supposed to force Lilliana out of Osewood long ago.
“Why fuss over people like that? If you can't stick it out in Osewood, there's always the option to start anew somewhere else. What about Pinecrest?"
Pinecrest was indeed a thriving place, on par economically with Osewood.
Kaitlin waved her hand dismissively. "I've put too much into this place. How can I just walk away? And what about everyone else at the studio? They've made their homes here. It would be too irresponsible for me to just leave."
“I'm just offering a suggestion. Things aren't that dire yet,"
Quintin remarked, smiling.
“Let's hope not," Kaitlin murmured, massaging her forehead, feeling worn out.
"There's a high-end jewelry exhibition next week. All the top designers will be there. Are you going?" Quintin changed the topic.
Kaitlin gestured dismissively again. The workload at the studio was already overwhelming. She was more interested in attending the show rather than competing in it.
"Phoebe and I already talked it over. You and Nora will represent the company. We've secured your spots. Make sure you dazzle them!" she responded.
Alan couldn't get the negative online news taken down, so he devised a plan to shift the public's focus elsewhere.
In the corporate arena, he was unrivaled.
Within days, the commotion subsided.
Thanks to the assistance of Three Drop, Oasis Jewelry sailed through without hitting any snags.
On the horizon loomed a high-end jewelry show, and Nora and Quintin were deep in preparation.
Meanwhile, Lilliana received another unsettling call from Miguel who was currently in Rozand. His voice bore the weight of his troubles.
It wasn't surprising, given the scant profits they generated.
Treading carefully, Lilliana responded, wary of provoking his ire.
"Miguel, what can I do for you?"