Chapter 527

Chapter 527:

“I’ll have to think about it,” I said at last.

“Yes, of course, but don’t take too long. Will you let me know before the court puts the company up for auction? I can help you get in touch with the investors if you decide to buy p>

I was torn.

What designer worth her salt hadn’t dreamed of conquering Paris, the fashion capital of the world?

And he was right—this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. If I missed it, I wouldn’t get another opportunity dropped into my lap so neatly.

It was like someone offering you Apple shares before they went public. If you hesitated even for a second before pulling out your checkbook, you were an idiot.

Still, buying the company meant a commitment that would tie me to Paris for the foreseeable future. I’d have to relocate, move away from Skyline, from Ashton.

I’d have to merge Mira Joie with Valmont & Cie. And… what would Ashton think?

How would he react to me moving thousands of miles away, less than two months before the wedding?

Would a long-distance relationship even work?

I strolled down the street aimlessly, the fragrant spring air doing nothing to clear my head.

I stared at my phone and almost called him, but decided against it.

My mind was still a mess, and I didn’t trust myself not to say something stupid in the heat of the moment.

I already regretted the drunken outburst the night before, when I’d blamed him for ruining my plans.

If not for his interference, the police might have arrested Fabrizio, and none of this would have happened.

I stopped myself before I could start pinning more blame on him.

I called Priya instead, who had been sending me regular work updates via email.

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Priya said the publicity from the Aureate Awards win was still paying off, with more customer inquiries coming in.

Octavia Grey, the A-list actress, had been promoting Mira Joie on her social media, and the traffic was higher than ever.

“When are you coming back?” Priya asked. “I’m starting to feel guilty for turning customers away p>

“Soon,” I lied, just to put her at ease. “No customization projects for now, stick with the catalog we’ve got p>

“I know, but even those are selling fast. Our OEM factory can’t keep up. The owner called me the other day, said his is a small-scale operation, relying on skilled artisans and traditional craftsmanship. When we signed the contract, we never said it would be bulk production p>

“Reach out to other OEMs,” I said. “See how they operate, get samples, and if the price and quality match what we have now, sign them on p>

“Shouldn’t you be here to make those decisions? I’ll be out of my depth p>

“I’m promoting you to general manager. I’ll guide you along the way. Get me on a video call when you tour the factories and review the samples. We’ll decide together p>

“Okay.” She still didn’t sound convinced. She’d never had this much responsibility before.

I spent another half-hour going over the studio’s operations with her and tried to ease her mind. That part was easy.