Three consecutive years of success have made the 4th Victoria's Secret show a fashion event that has attracted worldwide attention.

Early in the morning of November 11, on the east coast of the United States, crowds began to gather around the arsenal where the show was about to be held in Lesington Avenue in Midtown Manhattan. Media journalists from around the world, fashion bloggers from emerging Internet platforms, fans of the Victoria's Secret Angels Corps, scalpers selling tickets to the show, and so on.

On the other hand, compared to the previous period, TV broadcasts were only performed for a period of time after the show was held, this time, starting from the preliminary preparations, various media platforms began to closely follow up. Every new Victoria's Secret supermodel, every news related to the Victoria's Secret show, every group of Victoria's Secret angels' fashionable street shots, and every rumor that a certain singer created a theme song for Victoria's Secret can attract a lot of attention.

The increase in newspapers and magazine sales, TV ratings and online on-demand broadcasts has in turn stimulated the media to pursue various news related to Victoria's Secret even more enthusiastically. Some scoops circulating inside will be snapped up by the media at high prices.

Such a fashion show has unknowingly evolved into a social event at the national level.

Super high attention has always meant huge hidden economic benefits.

This is also the essence of commercial advertising.

Not to mention the rising sales of Victoria's Secret brand-related products in recent years, just a peripheral of a Victoria's Secret show has made Victoria's Secret parent company LTD Group make a lot of money.

In winter, the sky is very short. After six o'clock in the afternoon, the city is already shrouded in twilight. The atmosphere in the backstage of the Lesington Avenue Arsenal was hot.

Grace Spurt has only been able to rest for about four hours in recent days. Every day, he opened his eyes. In addition to the heavy business of Elite, he also stared at the girls who are about to participate in this year's Victoria's Secret show for various preparations.

In fact, if you want, Grace can easily take charge of the model agent giant Elite.

In the era of John Casablanca, after defeating the former American local snake Ford model agency, the entire Elite began to relax, including Casablanca himself. Therefore, Elite seemed to be in its prime before, but in fact it was full of crises. In history, Elite collapsed due to a scandal in the late 1990s. It was not because the scandal had too much impact, but the fundamental reason was that Elite itself had been in trouble for a long time.

If Grace wants to change this state and take a step further on the basis of Elite's leading position in the industry, she must make more efforts.

After gaining the position of Elite's head, you can seize the power of executives, streamline the customer scale, recreate the planning brokerage contract, form a planning department and business team, and establish a more scientific model training and marketing system. Any of these measures must be put in a lot of effort.

Reform has never been an easy task. There have been many obstacles in the process and some public opinion crises have almost emerged.

Fortunately, after a few months, everything was safe and Elite was completely renewed.

Since many measures are to seek more open source for Elite's customers, instead of having to scrape the daily expenses of customers' rent and transportation, let alone all kinds of malicious commission reductions, after a turmoil, Elite's cohesion has been greatly enhanced, at least there will be no embarrassment of falling down the tree and scattering after a scandal in history.

Arsenal backstage.

He personally stared at the clothes and shoes of all the angels under Elite to confirm that there was no problem. He also communicated with the Victoria's Secret show team about the details of the appearance proposed by several angels, comforted Karen Muder, who was extremely nervous because of his first appearance, taught Ques Goff a lesson, and finally introduced Fernanda Lima to Fashion TV President Anna Coleman, who came to visit the set in the backstage, and discussed the details of a special interview about Lima. When the atmosphere in the backstage began to boil, Grace finally had time to relax.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

The show is about to begin.

The rest was the girls' own business. Instead of going to the front desk hall to watch the show like Anna Coleman, Grace came to the staff's rest area and chose a comfortable sofa in the corner to sit down. An assistant brought her coffee. Grace held the warm drink, felt the restless atmosphere around and the waiting music from the front desk, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly I missed a little man.

I contacted there a few days ago, and he replied that he would not come to see the show this time.

There is nothing to do about this.

I quietly comfort myself that the entire Westeros system is so big and there are so many women around him. If you can leave some small space for her, you should be content.

Um.

I still can't help but fantasize.

If he appeared beside him when he missed him, what would happen to him?

Willing to die for him.

It seems that even if he doesn't show up, he is willing.

Always thinking about dying.

It was the first time he met with him at the Northern Suburbs of Greenwich last year.

I miss the lawn a little.

However, when so many women committed suicide for Marlon Brando back then, he was even better than Marlon Brando. How could one or two women die for him?

Then.

Maybe she had too little sleep recently and had hallucinations. The little man really walked to her side and sat down. She turned her head blankly and looked at her, hoping that the fantasy would last a little longer.

Actually, I wanted to lean over and lie on his chest.

But there are still many people around her, and she doesn't want to be considered a lunatic because of being fooled by the air.

Perhaps when she saw her dazed, the man who imagined her quietly reached out and grabbed her somewhere from an invisible angle to the people around her.

"ah……"

Grace called out softly, finally reacted and asked, "Are you true?"

If it wasn't for public places, and remembering that women never wanted outsiders to know their relationship, Simon almost caught the jaw of the foolish woman in front of him and pulled it over and ravaged her. At this time, he just said, "Fake it, this is actually you dreaming."

The man spoke, Grace finally confirmed that she wanted to come over, but subconsciously stopped and moved a little to the side avoiding suspicion, but her eyes stared at the little man in front of her for a moment: "I, didn't you say, don't you come?"

Simon casually explained: "There is time again."

In fact, I had arrived on the East Coast at around 4 o'clock in the afternoon. I got off the plane and went to a shooting range in Greenwich. I carried a Barrett gun alone and knocked out dozens of small drones that were used as targets. My mood recovered and I had dinner at the northern suburb of Greenwich Manor, and then I took a bus to Manhattan.

He noticed some problems clearly, and Grace did not ask questions tactfully, just said, "Then, do you want to drink coffee?"

Simon shook his head: "No drink."

"There are a lot of snacks here to replenish the girls' energy, do you want it?"

"don't want."

Seeing that the little man suddenly seemed to be making a tantrum, Grace was not angry at all, but her tone became more indulgent: "What do you want to do? The girls are all busy now, but they don't have time to come and accompany you."

"Just just take a break here. If you have something to do, go and do it."

"I'm not busy either," Grace said, glanced at the crowds outside the rest area and lowered her voice a little: "Or why don't we leave now, well, I haven't had dinner yet, together?"

“Not to eat.”

"Okay OK, then, do you want to eat me or not? Anyway?"

Simon stood up and walked straight out.

Grace was stunned for a moment, reacted and quickly got up. Before she could tell her assistant to explain anything, she quietly slipped out of the backstage.

Manhattan's Upper East Side.

In the penthouse duplex apartment next to Fifth Avenue, when Grace woke up, it was already the next afternoon.

The first time these days is enough sleep.

Perhaps it was because I had accumulated too much fatigue, maybe it was because I was tossed too hard last night, or maybe it was because I was in this apartment with the aura of someone who made her fascinated, but I slept for more than ten hours at a time.

Also, it’s not considered a business trip, and it’s not a night out for the first time.

Suddenly I don't want to worry about so much anymore.

I woke up, the man was not around and still didn't want to get up. I occasionally thought about continuing to stay until tonight and I could not leave.

Until the bedroom door was pushed open.

Grace looked over and said that this was one of his butlers, Angeli Davis, who had seen him many times, so she took the initiative to greet him.

The butler politely agreed and said, "It's already past two o'clock in the afternoon. Ms. Spulte, Mr. Westeros just called me to see if you're awake."

Grace was still lazy and had no intention of getting up, but just signaled to the window: "Ange, can you help me open the curtains? The weather seems to be good today."

Angeli Davis smiled and nodded, walked over and opened the curtains. The sunlight in winter afternoons, which was a little pale but bright and bright, quickly filled the master bedroom. After doing this, seeing that Grace had not yet gotten up, the butler did not urge at all, but said warmly: "Ms. Spult, do you want me to bring food here? The kitchen has been preparing."

Then I felt hungry.

I really wanted to stay in bed for a meal, but I still didn't have the nerve to do this, just said, "You go out first, I'll get up now."

Angeli Davis responded, and pointed to the clothes on the hanger at the bedroom door: "This was sent by Mr. Westeros in the morning, and it should be the same as you did last night's set by Ms. Spurt. By the way, why don't I help put the bath water first?"

"Yeah, thank you."

After carefully washing and dressing up, I went downstairs to the restaurant. More than an hour had passed.

In addition to the dark blue profession suit on her body, Grace also had a Gucci scarf around her neck, otherwise she would not be able to see anyone in the past two days.

In fact, it's much more than just the traces left on the neck.

But as long as he likes it.

She actually likes it too.

Sitting at the dining table, I finally returned to the state of some Elite female leaders. While eating, I was busy replying to various calls and text messages that I had accumulated from last night to the present. I occasionally asked the female housekeeper about Simon, but I learned that the man left to work in the morning.

Today is Sunday.

But think about it, people like them have no difference between working days and rest days. If you want to take a break, you can actually do it at any time. If you talk about work, you will never be able to finish it.

Last night's big show went well.

The grand occasion was unprecedented.

During the meal, I learned that a batch of press releases prepared in advance specifically targeted Elite's customers were issued today, and Qusi Goff set off in the morning to participate in the filming of "The Brave's Game". Even if the girl's actor agency contract was not on Elite's side, because her career still focuses on modeling, this is also a major event for Elite.

I was going to see you off in person today, but it was nothing if I missed it.

If you have any explanation afterwards, you can communicate on the phone.

There are also some customers who debuted for the first time last night, Fernanda Lima, who became one of the six spokespersons of Victoria's Secret this year, and Karen Muder, who was sent to the Victoria's Secret Corps by Grace, both of them need to plan carefully next.

While eating, I took advantage of the meal time and wrote all the things I remembered on the memo.
To be continued...