Abigail’s Second Life

Be it the intricate patterns or the profound texts, it all resonated with the ancient culture.

"Miss Walker, your grasp of cultural basics is commendable. How about considering joining my team? | discussed

it with your boss, Abigail, yesterday, and she seemed inclined to agree," Doris suggested, her smile widening

with anticipation.

Cindy, eager to solidify the deal, chimed in, "Mrs. Doris occasionally contributes to the production of official

media s. You should seize this opportunity."

Irene, feeling the weight of the decision, knew she needed to consult Abigail first, so she cautiously asked, "Can |

take stto think about it?"

"Of course, take your time. If you decide to join us, just have Abigail reach out to me. While my team might not

be the wealthiest, we value fairness and won't subject anyone to mistreatment. We also won't be intimidated by

petty threats that would force you to retreat halfway," Doris assured her after their discussion with Abigail,

during which they learned more about Irene's background.

It cto light that Irene was the designer who had been rejected by the "Red Beauty" crew.

"Very well, I'll give it serious consideration," Irene replied humbly as she acknowledged the opportunity

presented to her.

After perusing Irene's portfolio, Doris summoned a professional photographer to capture the essence of her

designs from various angles, even capturing sexceptionally fine details.

Upon completion of the shoot, she let out a sigh of admiration. "If you were to sell this outfit, how much would

you ask for it?"

Irene, mindful of the outfit's significant production cost, replied cautiously, "I'm uncertain, but if your crew

wishes to use it, I'll need to consult Miss Quinn first."

Doris nodded in understanding. She acknowledged Irene's sincerity and humility and opted not to delve further

into questioning.

With the shoot wrapped up, she tasked Irene with returning the garments.

Back at the company, Irene relayed every detail Doris had disclosed to Abigail.

Abigail deliberated, "If they're keen on featuring it in their program, they could certainly contribute, but given

the significant investment of your tand effort, I'll engage with Doris to secure scompensation for you."

She was keen on ensuring the garments didn't simply go to Doris' crew without any benefit in return.

Even if they are tight on funds, can they possibly be in a worse situation than Irene? Abigail pondered.

"Go have a chat with their team. There's still a gaming tie-in in the works for these outfits. The company will take

a 5% cut from sales, and you'll receive 10%. Once we've recouped our costs, it'll drop to 3%, with you receiving

12% individually," Abigail outlined, in part to maintain Kevin's reputation.

Irene eagerly concurred, "Actually, sticking with 10% all along would suffice. You've already gone above and

beyond for me. Can | get a bit more for the next design like this?" "Well... | suppose that could be arranged,"

Abigail conceded with a smile.

A week after finalizing contracts with Doris and Leap Gaming Technology, the latter took the lead in unveiling the

tie-in promotional video. It showcased the narrative of the Phoenix set to the exhibition's background music and

provided a concise storyline. The intricate details of the costumes were courtesy of Doris.

Following the narrative, Doris appeared to explain the tale of the Phoenix and the ancient mythology behind the

patterns on the clothes, all while she meticulously highlighted each detail before the camera. The sheer

magnificence of the attires was absolutely breathtaking.

Abigail retweeted the vibrant Instagram post from Doris which then quickly beca hot topic.

Underneath the post, the comments section erupted into a frenzy of excitement.

'Holy sh*t, having Madam Wright onboard for this collaboration is a game-changer! Known for her expertise in

capturing the essence of ancient mythology, she's truly a meticulous visionary. Countin for this outfit!"

'The intricate details and opulence displayed in this garment are simply irresistible. My only concern is whether

the price will match its splendor.’

'While the focus seems to be on women's fashion, what about the men's one? Let's hope they don't disappoint.

Remember the stunning pearl garment from the last collaboration? It was a masterpiece. | have a feeling this

must be Loon's creation... as the others in the lineup tend to pale in

comparison!"

'It's undeniably breathtaking! But now I'm torn, contemplating whether to splurge on this limited-toffer. Non-

paying players might miss out on this once-in-a-lifetopportunity.

As this exquisite collection was part of a time-limited collaboration, enthusiasts knew they had to act fast to

secure their coveted pieces.

The tripartite collaboration ensured that the topic continued to dominate conversations and social media feeds

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Caught up in the whirlwind of activity, Irene found herself juggling contracts with Doris' crew while also

lending her expertise to the artistic design of the game's men's clothing. Fearing the wrath of gamers, Leap

Gaming Technology had no choice but to enlist her help to fine-tune the details.

Her days were a whirlwind of activity.

As September drew near, her account welcomed its first substantial deposit.

The long-awaited prize for clinching the top spot in the fashion show had finally materialized.

Irene sat on the bus, her gaze fixed on the digits in her bank account, her lip caught between her teeth as she

silently encouraged herself.

Once she amassed 1.5 million, her dream was to purchase a hin the heart of Capitalis. With the keys in

hand, she envisioned bringing her beloved grandparents to join her. Five years of residency here, and she could

even transfer her household registration.

Upon stepping off the bus at her destination, she resolved to treat her colleagues to a well-deserved meal.

While the company provided for most needs, such as coffee, fresh fruit, and delicate pastries, L.Moon was never

short of anything.

Behind the wheel of his car, Leon cruised past her with deliberate slowness, his vehicle driving alongside the

sidewalk. "Are you still taking the bus every day? With your earnings, you could invest in a mobility scooter for

more convenience," he remarked.

"I'm good. | haven't gotten around to

getting my driver's license, and

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honestly, | wouldn't know where to start with driving. From my neighborhood, | can hop on subway, make a quick

transfer to a bus, and voila! No worries about

getting stuck in traffic congestion," Irene said with a smile on her face.

Leon eased his foot off the gas and allowed the car to glide smoothly along the road. "Which station do you take

the bus from?" he inquired, genuine interest lacing his tone.

After Irene answered, she couldn't help but ask, "What brings this up?"

"I happen to pass by that area often. If our paths cross again, I'd be more than happy to give you a lift," Leon

offered, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Sure," she replied, her agreement coming easily at the mention of a serendipitous encounter.

Leon drove to the parking lot and instructed her to wait for him on the ground floor.

Irene thought it was still early, so she readily acquiesced.