"President Morgan, the Wright Group order has been assigned. Do you have any further instructions?"
"That's fine. Lately, I've been considering whether we should organize a fashion show."
"A fashion show?"
Amelia Hayes looked puzzled. "But when Mr. Turner was in charge, he never held one."
Sophia set down the completed style boards in her hand and looked at her young assistant. "You said it yourself—that was when Mr. Turner was in charge. Now, I'm the one sitting in this seat."
Amelia tensed. "President Morgan, I didn't mean—"
"I know what you meant. The YL branch has been doing well. But I want to open a broader path."
"President Morgan wants to enter the entertainment industry?"
Sophia's lips curved. "At least you're catching on. I've taken a look—the entertainment sector is our weakest link. If possible, I intend to make luxury couture and YL's name impossible to ignore."
