September 20, 2023
House of Franklin, Milan
Delphine was the one to start the next conversation.
"How are you going to film this documentary DJ? Or are you still working on ideas?" she asked.
DJ gave a smirk and sipped on his wine.
"I've already come up with the perfect idea," he said. "But I'm not telling any of you yet! I'll save it for the pitch I'll do with Frankie."
He leaned in closer, whispering:
"Just know that this will change the way you look at documentaries...Forever!"
Delphine reciprocated DJ's energy. Berenice didn't - She felt it was now her turn to speak.
"Mr Flammia...Um, you mentioned earlier about creative freedom. I want to know how you allow your staff creative freedom while still prioritising the business side."
Frankie looked at Berenice with newfound curiosity. Prior to the question, he thought Berenice was a woman cloaked in the shadow of her client.
Interesting.
"That's why we have the Franklin Vault," he said. "The Franklin Vault is an exhibition where designs that didn't make the final cut are shown for a limited time. Once the designs have been showcased, they can be auctioned by the respective designers. In fact, DJ and Adam will be invited to this year's Vault exhibition."
"So how many designers would you say work on one collection?" Berenice asked.
"Only a few. But I'm the creative director."
All of a sudden he stood up. And sighed.
"I would love to chat with you guys more but unfortunately I'm going to finish my meal here. I could use some sleep."
"What about dessert?" DJ said, a sad expression sinking in.
"Dessert? I'm not a sweet tooth so I didn't think about it - That's selfish of me, I admit. It won't happen next time."
His eyes then narrowed.
"You won't mind pitching your idea tomorrow. Since you're so confident."
Adam and DJ both exchanged looks. This was a test. They both knew that much.
"Sure." DJ said.
"12PM." Frankie said. "Nothing sooner, nothing later."
With a wave he strided into the ambience of the building and it was like the energy had been drained from the group. The colosseum didn't seem as magnificent anymore and the food didn't look as enticing. Delphine yawned and Adam rubbed his eyes. Berenice finished her salad and DJ patted his stomach - Nearly satisfied with his meal.
"Fifi, Berenice, are you guys staying over?" he asked with a smile.
"..."
"Yes we are," Delphine said. "In fact I don't even have a house in Italy. I've been staying in hotels the whole time!"
"Alright. Well I'm going to explore this mansion."
"I'll join you." she said. "Are you joining us, Berenice?"
"....I suppose."
"And Adam, you'll join us?" Delphine asked.
"That's right. But first, I want to talk to Berenice about something."
Delphine and DJ already started heading into the building. At the dinner table, his friend could hear him using his classic lines. Adam smiled a bit, thinking of all the parties he and his friend went to in the past. DJ probably thought he was being a good wingman. Adam had other ideas. As he and Berenice remained at the table, the chatter slowly simmered down. The only thing that could be heard was the distant sound of cars passing by. The odd conversation of two employees.
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