"We won’t let you down," Jennifer Sullivan said earnestly, seeking confirmation. "Grandma, does that mean Quentin and I can have full authority over this fashion show?"
"Of course. Do you already have some new ideas?" Although Eleanor had long stepped away from any direct involvement with the Tyler Group, she had once navigated the rough waters of the business world herself. Even at her age, she could still sense when someone had a plan brewing.
Jennifer responded, "Grandma, I don’t know much about fashion weeks, but I do have some thoughts on the designs for the show. I was wondering if I could take charge of designing the collection myself this time?"
Eleanor chuckled. "The company is in your hands now. You and Quentin can run it as you see fit. You don’t need to ask me—just do whatev
