"Gianna, when exactly are you planning to release the counter-designs? You haven't given us a time-frame yet…"
Daphne's voice cut through the ambient hum of the auxiliary conference room. They were seated around a polished glass table typically reserved for tactical briefings with directors and heads of departments. Mason sat near the flank, flanked by a handful of senior executives, though Arthur Beckett was notably absent from the assembly.
"It's already Wednesday," Daphne continued, tapping her pen against her tablet for emphasis. "In just forty-eight hours, the Whitman Group's market shares have scaled exponentially—and not just within their luxury jewelry arm. The massive public traction from Zane's drop has somehow signaled to the street that their other corporate sectors are performing at the exact same elite caliber."
