Chapter 374 What Kind of Relationship?
The Mid-Year Gala was just two hours away.
Backstage, Harper was running around, making sure every star was ready to rock the stage without a hitch.
CelestialGlow Entertainment's Mid-Year Gala was always a big deal, streamed live online every year.
As soon as the broadcast kicked off and the stars strutted out in their fancy gowns, the live chat went nuts with exclamation marks.
[If I could put my feelings into words, I wouldn't just be spamming exclamation marks!]
[OMG, the traditional Dreamlandia style is still so stunning!]
[First time seeing such gorgeous outfits; they’re so classy!]
[CelestialGlow Entertainment really outdid themselves this year.]
[This is hands down the best gala CelestialGlow Entertainment has ever thrown!]
The chat was blowing up with love for the traditional attire, catching everyone off guard.
This moment showed that the traditional Dreamlandia style could totally make it big.
Harper watched the online viewership numbers climb, her eyes getting all misty. She felt a mix of emotions; all those years of hard work were finally paying off.
Harper whispered to herself, "Mom, did you see that? The traditional attire you wanted to promote, which you thought might not catch on, is loved by so many people. You must be so happy."
The whole gala was a smash hit, with record-breaking online viewership.
Various traditional outfits and Elodie Studios quickly became the talk of the town.
Harper had been backstage at CelestialGlow Entertainment all day, so busy she hadn't even had a bite to eat.
After the big show, the program continued, but Harper and her team didn't have much left to do. They just needed to wrap up the attire stuff once it was all over.
Harper's assistant, Ronald, dragged her off to finally grab some food.
They headed to the lounge and found a quiet spot to sit.
Ronald had already ordered, and the food was still warm. They dug in right away.
The lounge was pretty big, divided by partitions. As Harper and Ronald enjoyed their meal, they overheard a conversation from the next partition.
"Did you see the director of Elodie Studios? She's really pretty. At first, I thought she was a new star the company signed. She's got such a beautiful face and presence."
"More than her looks, I'm curious how she snagged our company's order. Even Epoch Studio, a high-end studio, couldn't get it after five years of trying with our president."
"Yeah, same here. What kind of skills does this Ms. Murphy have? She doesn't seem famous, and Elodie Studios is pretty new. Could it be some kind of connections?"
After a pause, the two women burst into laughter.
Ronald was fuming. He used to be an assistant to Jasper, who later assigned him to Harper to handle all external affairs.
Even though Elodie Studios was new in the country, it was a big name for bespoke clothing among wealthy women abroad.
Harper had a knack for this. Just by chatting with clients, she could nail the perfect custom outfit almost every time.
But Ronald knew that what looked effortless was actually the result of countless hours of hard work.
Harper would record every word her clients said, replay it, and think it over and over. She'd figure out their personalities from their diet to their hobbies, then create clothing that fit their preferences perfectly.
The hard work behind the scenes was always unimaginable.
The women gossiping next door clearly didn't get Elodie Studios' international rep, which was why they were talking such nonsense.
Ronald couldn't hold back and wanted to get up and argue, but Harper stopped him.
"Eat," Harper said calmly.
"I can't eat. Harper, how can you stay so chill?" Ronald said angrily. "If they knew your status in Auroria, they'd be scared out of their minds."
"You said they don't know. Even if you tell them, they won't get it. Why waste your breath for a quick win?" Harper said coolly, "Success isn't about talking; it's about doing."
So far, the feedback had been surprisingly awesome. Sure, there were some haters, but she couldn't let that mess with her head.
Seeing Ronald still standing, Harper nudged him, "Sit down. We gotta be ready to roll after dinner."
Ronald, who used to be all fire and brimstone working with Jasper, found it tough to chill out. But hanging with Harper for so long had mellowed him out a bit, so he sat down and started eating.
As they got back to their meal, the gossip next door got even wilder.
Ronald frowned and couldn't help but ask, "Harper, how do you stay so chill?"
Harper shrugged, "It doesn't matter. If you ignore it, you can stay cool too."
She knew her worth and didn't let rumors get to her.
Then, she put down her fork and told Ronald, "Finish up, and I'll head back."
As she walked past the next table, she kept her head high and walked with confidence.
The gossipers were stunned, realizing the person they were trash-talking was right next to them.
Now, they felt pretty embarrassed. If Harper had really gotten in through connections, why wouldn't she have a private lounge instead of being here?
They exchanged awkward glances, and the one who had been gossiping the most sneered, "What a show-off! She's just trying to look humble and pretend she’s not connected to our president."
Before she could finish, the people across from her suddenly stood up and greeted in unison, "Good day, Mr. Campbell!"
Jeffrey, in a sharp black suit, exuded authority without even trying.
The lounge went dead silent, and everyone held their breath.
The gossiping woman was so scared she tried to stand up but ended up falling back onto the floor.
She stammered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Campbell. I'm sorry."
Jeffrey's eyes were sharp as he glanced at Harper's retreating figure. He stayed expressionless but cursed inwardly.
Francis had been calling multiple times a day to check on her. If he knew someone was bad-mouthing Harper, he'd lose it.
These clueless folks dared to gossip about the designer today; tomorrow, they might gossip about the company's artists.
Without even looking at the woman on the floor, Jeffrey coldly said, "Clean this place up."
Then he walked away.
Jeffrey's assistant, who had been with him for years, knew exactly what he meant. It wasn't about literal cleaning up.
He looked at the group and ordered, "Go to the finance department, get your paychecks, and leave."
The group felt unlucky but didn't dare to complain. If they made a fuss, security would throw them out.
Now, they could only blame the one who started it all. If it weren't for her, they wouldn't have lost their jobs.
Although CelestialGlow Entertainment compensated employees when they were fired, and the money looked generous, no other company would hire them afterward.
Harper was unaware of this drama. She went to the restroom, and when she came out, a janitor accidentally bumped into her.
The janitor was holding a cup of leftover coffee, seemingly about to throw it away, but it spilled all over Harper.
Harper looked at her messy clothes and frowned. She had to go to the venue later, but not like this.
The janitor, with her head down and shoulders shaking, looked like she was about to cry.
Harper, not wanting to make a scene, motioned her to go.
She then returned to the wardrobe to get a spare outfit and headed to the changing room.
The hunched janitor continued to scrub the coffee stains on the floor.
As Harper walked by, the janitor pretended to keep her head down.
Once Harper was inside, the cleaner lifted her head, revealing a pair of venomous eyes, staring intently at the room Harper entered.
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