The group of friends gathered around Doha's table, where Zeno had laid out his brand proposals. The papers were scattered across the surface, revealing a number of brands eager for Zeno to become their ambassador.
Maxie, perched comfortably on Eli's lap, peeked her head over to join the discussion.
"Vivi Button?" Eli exclaimed, seizing one of the proposals. "Sewn by angels. Priced for the elites. Don't their models strut down the runways at all the major fashion weeks?"
Minji nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes! This would be a great deal for you, Zeno. Landing a luxury brand for your first endorsement is going to be a game changer."
Zeno shook his head. "Didn't they recently get caught in a scandal over their 'hand-stitched in France' labels? I heard those were actually sewn in a factory in South Asia," he pointed out.
Minji chuckled, her voice teasing yet sincere. "None of it has actually been proven, though."
