Clearly, it was a collaboration between two super-brands, but the final result—the impact and presentation—fell far short of expectations.
In fact, it couldn’t even compare to the level of influence and recognition brought by so niche brands!
Although fashion shows don’t usually attract much attention from the people of Druarus, this matter is bound to hit the trending topics.
However, ever since the co-branded collection with Worsen Group was launched, so people have been revisiting that previous fashion show to draw comparisons.
And upon seeing the contrast, everyone clearly understood what had happened.
This ti, the clothing line resulting from the collaboration with Worsen received high praise from netizens, effectively restoring so of Riley Group’s reputation.
In just a few hours, the related comnts had already surpassed a million.
Riley Group’s stock price, too, saw a slight rebound, helping the company recover from the fallout surrounding the contract termination.
Scrolling through the trending topics on her phone, all Charlotte Thompson saw were posts about the successful collaboration between Riley Group and Worsen.
"I thought it would be exposed very quickly... We need to make sure public opinion hits its peak first," Charlotte murmured softly to herself. She assud they would take advantage of the instant popularity to reveal certain things, but unexpectedly, they had waited for just a little longer.
Charlotte had been walking toward Justin Battleson’s office when, just as she rounded the corner, soone bumped her hard on the shoulder.
She staggered back a few steps before regaining her balance, and as she looked up, she saw a masked man in front of her. His expression grew strange when his eyes t hers.
"Sorry."
He adjusted his mask and apologized to Charlotte before attempting to walk away.
"Hold on," Charlotte quickly stepped forward to block his path.
"Why are you wearing a mask? Which departnt are you from?" Charlotte asked inquisitively.
The man glanced around nervously, coughed behind his mask, and replied in a hoarse voice, "I’ve got the flu... I just took sick leave. I should get going now."
Though he hadn’t finished speaking, he was already moving as if eager to leave imdiately.
But his behavior only made Charlotte more suspicious.
Charlotte promptly questioned him further, "Which departnt are you from? Where’s your employee badge?"
Confronted by Charlotte’s sharp questioning, the man visibly panicked.
He fumbled with his jacket pockets, muttering sothing about his badge, before raising his gaze to look at Charlotte, his deanor betraying undeniable signs of fear and unease.
Yet, despite his obvious distress, Charlotte simply waved her hand and said quietly, "Never mind. Since you’re on leave already, you’d better hurry ho and rest."
The man let out a relieved sigh, thanked Charlotte, and quickly turned away to leave.
What the man didn’t realize was that, the mont he turned his back, Charlotte’s lips curled into a subtle smile.
Monts later, she sent a ssage on her phone before heading off to Justin Battleson’s office.
When Charlotte arrived, Justin was listening to a departnt manager’s report in his office.
Justin nodded toward Charlotte, instructed the departnt manager to hand over the report directly to him, and then dismissed the manager.
Charlotte stepped forward.
She leaned in close to Justin, her eyes fixed on the report file he held, her brows faintly furrowing.
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