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11

In Brianna's elegantly decorated office, Jayzon's curiosity lingered as he eagerly inquired about the outcome of the meeting with Jeston and Mr. Harrington.

Sarah settled into her chair, reflecting on the encounter. "Mr. Harrington conducted himself with the utmost professionalism. He exudes a genuine passion for fashion," she remarked, her voice carrying a hint of admiration.

Brianna nodded in agreement, adding her perspective. "Jeston presented his ideas with such clarity and enthusiasm. It's clear he's deeply committed to this project," she observed, a note of intrigue in her tone.

However, Sarah's expression turned guarded as she voiced her reservations. "While Jeston's dedication is commendable, I can't help but question the novelty of his ideas. Why must we adhere to his vision?" she pondered aloud, her words tinged with skepticism. "Just because his father built the company doesn't automatically make him a visionary designer. It feels like nepotism at play," she concluded, her tone firm.

Jayzon interjected diplomatically, seeking to bridge the divide. "Sarah, while Jeston's background certainly plays a role, we can't overlook his talent and potential. Growing up immersed in the fashion industry has undoubtedly honed his skills," he reasoned, his words carrying a sense of earnestness.

As the discussion progressed, Sarah's reservations remained palpable, her gaze fixed on the sleek design of Brianna's office. Brianna, on the other hand, maintained an air of diplomacy, eager to explore all avenues for the sake of their brand.

"I understand your concerns, Sarah," Brianna began, her tone measured yet empathetic. "But we can't deny the potential benefits of this collaboration. Rodristo Fashion carries considerable influence in the industry, and aligning ourselves with them could open doors we never thought possible."

Sarah's expression softened slightly, her features betraying a hint of uncertainty. "I suppose there's merit in what you're saying," she conceded, her voice laced with reluctance. "But I can't shake the feeling that we're sacrificing our creative autonomy in the process."

Jayzon interjected, seeking to assuage Sarah's doubts. "Collaboration doesn't have to equate to compromise," he offered, his tone reassuring. "If anything, it's an opportunity to blend our strengths with theirs, creating something truly exceptional."

Brianna nodded in agreement, her eyes alight with determination. "Exactly," she affirmed, her voice unwavering. "We have a chance to make a statement in the industry, to showcase the innovative spirit that defines Imperfectly Perfects."

She continued, her voice filled with conviction, "And let's not forget about the presentation we need to prepare for Mr. Harrington. This is our chance to demonstrate our creativity and vision, to show him why collaborating with us would be a game-changer."

Sarah mulled over their words, weighing the potential risks and rewards. Despite her reservations, she recognized the value of their arguments and the importance of unity in their decision-making process.

With a sigh, she relented, her expression softening. "Alright," she acquiesced, her tone resigned yet hopeful. "Let's proceed with the collaboration. But let's make it clear that our creative vision remains intact."

Brianna and Jayzon exchanged a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of their shared commitment to their brand's integrity. As they prepared to embark on this new venture, they understood that their journey would be fraught with challenges, but also brimming with potential. Together, they would navigate the complexities of the fashion world, forging ahead with determination and unity.

While in jestons office ,

Jeston leaned back in his chair, Valeno's presence bringing a sense of calm to the room. As Valeno took a seat, his gaze fixed on Jeston's somber expression.

"So, how did the meeting go?" Valeno inquired, his voice filled with anticipation.

Jeston took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. "It was challenging, but I believe we made significant progress," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of optimism.

Valeno nodded, sensing Jeston's resolve despite the challenges they faced. "That's promising," he replied, offering a supportive nod. "What's the next step?"

Jeston took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. "I've set a deadline for the collaboration," he explained, his tone serious. "We have six months to finalize the collection and prepare for the launch."

Valeno raised an eyebrow, processing Jeston's words carefully. "Six months is ambitious," he remarked, a note of caution in his voice. "Are you confident we can meet that deadline?"

Jeston hesitated for a moment before responding. "Realistically, I know it will take more than a year to fully execute our vision," he admitted, his tone thoughtful. "But I wanted to set a challenging target to keep us focused and motivated."

Valeno nodded in understanding, impressed by Jeston's determination. Internally, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of working closely with Brianna. This collaboration presented a unique opportunity to showcase their talents and elevate Rodristo Fashion to new heights.

"I see your point," Valeno replied, a sense of determination in his tone. "We'll need to work efficiently and strategically to make the most of the time we have."

Jeston met Valeno's gaze, a flicker of determination in his eyes. "Exactly," he affirmed, his voice unwavering. "With our team's dedication and hard work, I believe we can achieve great things."
As the conversation wound down, Jeston rose from his chair, a sense of purpose guiding his movements.

"Thank you for your support, Valeno," Jeston said with a grateful smile. "I need to head home now. There are some important matters I need to discuss with Liam."

Valeno nodded understandingly, rising from his seat as well. "Of course, Jeston. Take care, and we'll reconvene tomorrow to dive into the details."