"Don't worry about it, we make a great team," Giselle smiled effortlessly as she tucked the signed contracts away.
Once back at her office, she didn't pop champagne just yet. Her first move was calling Chloe, who had fully relocated to Yarnwick City to oversee the factory floor.
"Chloe, the factory contract is signed," Giselle said, her voice light and brisk. "Three hundred thousand yards in two months. Can the production lines handle the volume?"
"We've got it covered," Chloe replied confidently. "I've already authorized the factory to hire more staff. We're moving to around-the-clock shifts. You can relax, Giselle."
"Quality control is the absolute priority," Giselle reminded her. "I'll have accounting wire the second installment of the advance payment tomorrow."
When Giselle's new fabric officially hit the market in Bloomberry's latest line, it sent shockwaves through the industry. The unique, luxurious texture instantly caught the attention of rival fashion brands. Everyone was frantically trying to uncover the source of the material and the wholesale cost.
The fashion industry wasn't that big. Word about who was using a revolutionary new material or who had secured a top-tier supplier spread like wildfire. It didn't take long for scouts to trace the origin back to Yarnwick City.
However, competitors hit a wall. Any factory selling similar premium fabrics either priced them astronomically high, or the specific blend had already been entirely monopolized by Bloomberry. There were plenty of high-quality alternatives floating around Yarnwick City now, and they were all significantly cheaper than the suppliers back in Metropia while matching them in quality.
Virtually overnight, the cartel of Metropia businessmen, led by Chadwick Dawson, began hemorrhaging massive orders.
Several buyers even approached Giselle directly, offering top dollar to buy the specific Bloomberry blend. Giselle wasn't naive; she knew she couldn't keep the fabric a total secret forever. Now that the template was out there, other factories in Yarnwick would eventually reverse-engineer it.
She and Jean Morgan strategized and set a strict licensing price. Any yard of that specific fabric leaving the Bloomberry supply chain had to feature the Bloomberry watermark on the selvedge, no matter what it was being used for.
Several purchasing directors from rival brands took one look at the fabric, snapped a picture for their CEOs, and texted: *Cancel the silk contracts immediately. We're pivoting to this.*


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