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    Shortly after ending the call, Madisyn saw a new email notification.


    It was a message from Marcus’s assistant.


    “Dear Sierra,


    Mr. Vaughn admires your designs, which beautifully incorporate traditional Lorpond elements.


    He would be honored to meet with you.


    Would you kindly grace us with your presence?”


    Madisyn paused for a moment, thinking it over.


    “Of course,” she replied.


    The response came almost immediately.


    “Mr. Vaughn is hosting a salon for fashion designers. Sierra, you are most wee to attend.”


    Madisyn quickly sent her reply.


    “In that case, let’s meet at the salon.”


    The assistant confirmed, “No problem at all.”


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    The conversation ended, and the assistant turned to Marcus.


    “Sierra agreed to meet at the salon.”


    Marcus remarked, “Sierra is a remarkable fashion designer from Lorpond. She must have a deep understanding of the country’s traditions. A coboration with her would be ideal.”


    The assistant agreed with a nod.


    “You’re right, Mr. Vaughn.”


    Marcus continued to peruse his book on Lorpond’s traditional culture.


    His son entered the room.


    “Dad, weren’t you nning to coborate with Evita?” he asked.


    “I’m just assisting them, not coborating,” Marcus said, his tone calm.


    “Evita’s skills aren’t quite there yet.”


    “I think she’s doing well. Why else would Global Entertainment appoint her as the director of fashion design? Tond such a role at such a young age, she must have some talent,” Marcus’s son said admiringly.


    Marcus fixed his gaze on his son.


    “Do you know Evita just joined thepany?”


    “Yes,” his son hesitated.


    “Dad, are you saying Evita is working with someone from Global Entertainment?”


    Marcus didn’t immediately respond, lost in thought.


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