Most importantly, they didn’t have the illustrious background that Thompson Group had. If they wished to develop their brand, they’d need a substantial amount of capital.
“Oh, you’re right,” Joyce mumbled dejectedly. “To think I got so excited for nothing.”
Natalie smiled and patted her hand gently to comfort her.
An idea suddenly struck Joyce, and she nearly jumped from her seat. “Nat, why don’t we convert the studio into a company?”
Natalie glanced at her friend with a raised brow and sighed. “Have you forgotten that we don’t have the money? When we first started our studio, the opening capital was twenty million. If we were to convert it into a company, we’d have to double that capital. Where, and how, are we going to find that kind of money?”
“Oh, damn. So you’re saying there’s no way for us to participate at all?”
Natalie shrugged in response. “That’s not necessarily the case. If we can secure enough funding, it’d solve the problem.”
Joyce scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “Hah! Given the current state of our studio, how much funding do you think we can garner?”
“Exactly. So let’s stop thinking about it. Let’s take our time.”
Joyce sighed and said nothing more.
Of course, we’ll take our time. What else can we do?
Just then, the door to the private room suddenly opened, and in walked Mr. Plumlee with an apologetic look. “So sorry for coming late.”
“Not at all!” Natalie quickly stood up and welcomed him. “We’ve only just got here ourselves. Please have a seat, Mr. Plumlee.”
Joyce pulled out a chair for Mr. Plumlee and he politely accepted it.
Once everyone was seated, Natalie handed her design notes over to him. “Mr. Plumlee, these are the designs for the previous bidding. Let me know if they are all in order.”
Mr. Plumlee smiled and slid the notes back to Natalie with no intention of flipping through them. “I had already gone through your scanned copies yesterday. And Mr. Miller is very pleased with them.”
Natalie took comfort in knowing that they had so much trust in her and her designs, and her smile instantly brightened up even more. “I’m glad Mr. Miller likes them. In that case, the follow-up… “
“Don’t worry. I will transfer the final payment to you tomorrow,” Mr. Plumlee assured her.
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