Silver was still engaged in conversation with Noah, Abraham, Natalie, and Henry when her telephone rang. The moment she picked up, her expression shifted from relaxed to serious. She shot up from her seat, her eyes widening slightly in surprise.
"Mr. Elliot Harrington is downstairs with some associates," her secretary informed her.
Silver straightened her posture, exuding an air of professionalism. "Direct them to the meeting room. I'll be there shortly."
She hung up and turned to the four people standing in front of her. "Mr. Harrington is here again," she announced. "We need to gather all the designs for the upcoming launch. He may want adjustments or insights, and we should be prepared to offer our expert advice. He knows the markets of the UK, London, Paris, and Milan better than anyone."
