BookToReadChapter 489 Elodie considered it for a moment. "Mr. Ferguson has always been unpredictable. If he already promised Jarrod he'd help, I doubt he'd go back on his word." "It doesn't really matter. Personal growth is what counts. Neural Intelligence can't rely on Mr. Ferguson forever- he's just a temporary headline." Alexander cut straight to the point, then got up and tapped Elodie's desk. "Back to work. Let's not dwell on it." The next day.
Sylvie and Selma made a decision: the art exhibition would be moved up.
Sylvie hadn't been in the best mood lately. What happened with Elodie felt like someone had carved a wound into her chest-she just couldn't shake it off.
Selma had weighed things carefully before speaking to her. "The public is fixated on Elodie right now. You need to polish your image, win back sof the goodwill she's cost you." Sylvie understood exactly what Selma meant.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt this critical moment, she needed a boost.
"Besides," Selma added, frowning, "an art exhibition will attract plenty of people who don't know the full story- helping us build momentum. If we wait much longer, who knows what might happen." Especially since Elodie was unpredictable who could say what she'd pull next? Better to seize the opportunity now.
Sylvie didn't object. "We should talk to the Barnes family about hosting it at their art museum." A regular venue just wouldn't have the simpact.
Patricia's gallery was by far the best option.
So Sylvie reached out again to the Barnes family's museum.
They gave her a clear answer about the rental fee.
Later that morning, Sylvie arranged to have lunch with Jarrod.
He agreed right away, as always ready to lend a hand, which made her feel a little lighter.
Once they sat down, Sylvie brought up Selma's idea to move the exhibition forward.
Jarrod just nodded calmly, unsurprised. "Yeah, that could work." Sylvie remembered the terms she'd heard earlier and frowned slightly. "Their staff said Miss Aldridge wasn't planning to rent out the space anytsoon, so theprice is steep-two hundred thousand a day. My mom wants it for three days." That was over five times more than a typical venue.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOf course, the prestige was much higher, too.
Jarrod glanced at her. "Do you wantto cover it?" Sylvie shook her head quickly and smiled. "know you care, but this is a small thing. I can't lean on you for everything. It's not like I can't afford it, and even if I couldn't-I'd find a way. Don't worry." She knew Jarrod was looking out for her.
But it was just six hundred thousand. Once the exhibition was done and her ngot out there, the payoff would be much bigger than that—a long-term benefit.
At least around him, she wanted to keep her pride and independenden She didn't want to seem like she needed his help for every little thing.
Jarrod seemed to understand. "Isn't your company's profit-sharing coming up soon?" Sylvie's smile softened. "Almost. So, I'm fine."
Truthfully, money was a little tight, especially after the recent copyright dispute, but she wasn't about to admit it. She'd manage this was her problem to solve.
Jarrod seemed to get it. He leaned back in his chair. "That's good. Your mom hasn't officially started working N with any galleries since she cback, has she? With her falent, if she partnered with a few nov institutions, her quarterly incwould be impressive." "True. We haven't explored that yet." Sylvie was pleasantly surprised.
Jarrod nodded thoughtfully. "Leave it to me." Sylvie looked at Jarrod at his clear, handsfeatures-and couldn't help but smile.
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