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[center][color=Moccasin][h1]Isabella Françai[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Isabella and Saville's Home (London; Englnd).
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] No One.[/sup][/color][/center]
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Setting the bowl down lightly over the table, Isabella continued around it. Her head nodding as she once more took her seat, listening to the voice on the other end of the line as they spoke. Her bright eyes flicking across to the time that was displayed over the bottom corner of her laptop. It was still early- before her alarm early. Though it was a decent enough time that her mind had begun to work at its full capacity, and she was able to start thinking about the important things. Like breakfast. Her hand lifting away from the mouse, the photos she had been sent earlier on now displayed on the screen of her laptop, she instead picked up her spoon. Scooping some of her porridge into her mouth, she made sure to finish it before she made to speak. Her legs crossing underneath the table.

[color=Moccasin]"Yes; that's correct. A new collection. We're calling it [i]'The Cataclysm'[/i] and we're hoping to draw quite the attention to it. That's where you come in."[/color]

Pausing for a moment as the voice on the other end spoke, she chuckled softly. Taking another mouthful of her breakfast, however the sound of a door both opening and closing from the second floor catching her attention, she leant lightly in her seat. Her head tilting in order to look out into the hallway for any sign that her brother was awake and moving about as she spoke once more. Her body sitting back up as she turned her attention back to the phone call that she was currently engaged in, [color=Moccasin]"Well, yes. Who else would I go to for media coverage and advertisement..? I want this collection to go world-wide. Viral. Particularly in the United States as it's where the artist has gotten their inspiration for the collection."[/color]

So it was a little white lie... okay, perhaps more than a little white lie. But she had given Christoph her word that she wouldn't give away any details regarding any of the conversation that they'd had earlier, and she wasn't about to go breaking his trust. Even if it all came back on her. She would deal with the consequences later should any arise, [color=Moccasin]"I've sent you images of the key peices that will be featured. I've already spoken to a few contacts of mine in the news and vlogging world, and they're already working to get the word out online. If you can deliver- if you can really get this out on the evening news in the US-..."[/color]

Cut off, though the words she was hearing bringing a smile to her lips, Belle nodded. Clearly pleased as she shifted on the seat, making herself more comfortable than she already was, [color=Moccasin]"..oh, that's wonderful. Thank you. As always, it's a pleasure doing business with you."[/color]

Her thumb brushing over the screen of her phone, hitting the end call button, she placed it down on the table beside her laptop. Replacing it instead with her cup of tea so that she might have a sip of it before she returned to her breakfast. That was the internet media covered... vlogs and news sites... television and other media covered... It was a good start- a [i]very[/i] good start. And in a mere few hours, the paintings Chris had given her would spread like wild fire around the world on all mediums with her name associated with them.

Now all she had to do was wait.