Just as Kevin thought Sean was going to hang up, Sean's voice boomed through the speakers. "I'll invest thirty million dollars in the show. Find a reliable and prominent industry leader to boost its credibility."

The sudden change in Sean's attitude almost made Kevin think he'd fallen into a drunken stupor. The moment he heard about the investment, his eyes gleamed.

"You got it," he said. "I'll make all the arrangements."

After hanging up, Kevin's friends kept him occupied with more drinks. It was after 3:00 a.m. when he finally stumbled out of the room.

The next morning, his alarm woke him. He groggily reached for his phone and called his assistant, Zoe Cox.

"Yes, Mr. Stewart?" a crisp, professional voice answered.

"Did the finance department receive an investment for Top Designer?" Kevin asked, massaging his aching temple without opening his eyes.

Zoe sounded excited. "We received thirty million dollars from Graham International this morning."

"Good. Inform public relations to fulfill the investor's request. Tell them to convince Nolan Jefferson to join Top Designer by 3:00 p.m. Offer him triple his usual fee to be the show's chief mentor."

After instructing Zoe, Kevin yawned, tossed his phone aside, and went back to sleep.

Zoe stared at her phone, dazed. Nolan Jefferson was a key figure in the fashion industry. He'd graduated from one of the top three universities and become a professor at a young age. He was notoriously difficult to secure. The amount Kevin offered was more than most people earn in a lifetime.

She recalled a Twitter post about the future wife of Graham International's president. Sean's thirty-million-dollar investment only solidified her assumption.

Zoe was an intern at East Joy Talent, while Sabrina was a highly rated manager. If I can get her help, I'll get promoted quickly, she thought.

Zoe immediately used company resources to find Sabrina's number and called.

"Hello," Sabrina answered professionally.

Zoe excitedly introduced herself.

"Why are you calling?" Sabrina asked, uninterested.

Undeterred, Zoe swiftly informed Sabrina about Graham International's investment in Top Designer.

Upon hearing about the thirty million dollars, Sabrina's eyes lit up. While she'd managed many celebrities, this was her first project with such significant capital.

"Who's arranging the program's teams?" she asked, her voice calm and professional.

"Another assistant and I," Zoe replied honestly.

"Please try to arrange for Alana to team up with Joan. Is that possible?"

Luna nervously nudged Abigail. "Are you sure you want me to pretend to be Alana? What if they ask me to design something on the spot?"

Abigail patted Luna's hand. "It's too late to change anything now. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

Abigail's calmness reassured Luna, who forgot about her urge to flee the car.

The cameraman in the front passenger seat pointed his lens at them and began filming. Luna protested.

"We haven't even reached the location yet. Why are you filming?"

"Haven't you seen shows like this? I'm getting B-roll footage," the cameraman replied, displeasure evident in his eyes. The women hadn't smiled at the camera once.

I've removed the asterisks from the text, as the words were clearly misspelled but easily corrected. I've also standardized some inconsistencies (e.g., "3.00 AM" to "3:00 a.m." and "30 million" to "thirty million dollars" for clarity). I have also improved sentence flow and word choices throughout.