Chapter 402: Davis Enterprises
Thursday, February 9th, Morning
The windows in her office looked down onto the streets of the Garment District. Spinning her executive desk chair around to look out the windows, Trin could see down upon Seventh Avenue. They were mere blocks from Times Square and one avenue over from her old haunt of Bryant Park.
Turning back around, Trin looked around her office. After a long sigh, she looked down at her desk. The plans for the two shows were laid out before her. The COB show was formulaic; it's been done before, many times, successfully; the difference was in the details, just enough difference to keep things fresh.
The Banríon show, that's the unknown. It's a different target group and, in some ways, an unknown. The line was only about six years old, and for the first five years, piggybacked on the COB show. That piggybacking brought the line success, enough to spin it off for its own show and starting its march to becoming its own division. Too many unknowns, will Banríon succeed and be the little engine that could?
A knock on her door jamb brought Trin out of her thoughts. Trin looked up to see the COO standing in the door. Trin nodded and straightened up in her chair.
"Do you have a moment?" The COO, Sabrina Cohen, asked. She's a woman in her late thirties or early forties, with her fashionably styled red hair showing a slight dulling.
"Sure, come in, Sabrina," Trin said.
The older woman walked into the room and took a seat. She looked across the desk at Trin. "Still sweating the details?" Sabrina asked.
"Yes, I find if you don't stress about something, that's where the stuff goes wrong," Trin said.
"I see, good thoughts," Sabrina said, "So, what's up with the stuff from North Carolina?"
"The COB stuff has left already and will be here on time for final prep," Trin said.
"And Banríon?" Sabrina asked.
"Some last-minute adjustments, but they should be off tomorrow," Trin said.
"Thank god there are a few more days until that show," Sabrina said.
"The two half-filled trucks cost more," Trin said.
"Did you budget enough for it?" Sabrina asked.
Trin nodded, "Of course," she said.
"Good, we should be on target," Sabrina said, with the confidence of a master marksman, "This is why you're here."
"Thanks," Trin said.
"God, I wonder how the North Carolina office is going through all this," Sabrina said.
"What do you mean?" Trin asked.
"You know your mom would have Bobbi in the office," Sabrina said.
"Yeah, no doubt there," Trin said.
"Bobbi is probably having kittens right about now," Sabrina said.
"I don't think her cats would like her bringing any more home," Trin said.
"So, you know Bobbi is probably stressed out," Sabrina said.
"Yeah, she's been like that," Trin said.
"Not always; she changed eleven years ago," Sabrina said.
"That's a bit before my time," Trin said.
"You've heard about her trip back then?" Sabrina asked.
"Vaguely, I was busy as a student and pregnant with Wyatt," Trin said and pointed at a picture on her desk.
"Yeah, around the same time you had your tantrum and hid up here, Bobbi had her world turned upside down," Sabrina said.
"I've heard that mentioned," Trin said.
"Davis Enterprise where the orphaned and broken are collected," Sabrina said.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Trin said.
"Well, according to Victoria, it is," Sabrina said.
"That's my grandma for you," Trin said.
"Well, anyway, I'm going to need you to head down to the COB venue tomorrow," Sabrina said.
"What do you need me to do?" Trin asked.
"I just need to make sure everything is on pace because your mother will visit it as soon as she lands in New York," Sabrina said.
"Don't remind me," Trin said.
Sabrina nodded, "Well, you're in charge of this traveling roadshow," she said.
Trin nodded, trying not to laugh, "Gee, thanks," she said.
"You're the head of this office, and it's your responsibility," Sabrina said.
"You chose me for this post," Trin said.
"Because I knew you could handle it," Sabrina said.
"It had nothing to do with my name?" Trin asked.
"Who's Trinity Adams?" Sabrina asked.
Trin shrugged, "Good point," she said.
Sabrina stood up and headed towards the office door. She stopped and turned around to look at Trin.
"I know you got this under control," Sabrina said.
"Thanks," Trin said.
"You're welcome," Sabrina said, turned back around, and left the office.
Trin sighed and picked up the schedule. Looking it over, she put the paper down and looked back at the door. Shaking her head, Trin turned to her desk phone.
After a long moment, she picked up the handset. Scrolling through the company's digital phone book until she found the number she was looking for. Trin pressed the call button and waited for the phone to connect.
"Yes, Gaila, how are things coming along down there? Yes, that's good, yeah, Sabrina wants me down there tomorrow," Trin said and paused, "Yeah, wants me to make sure everything is set. Yeah, she's due back up here tomorrow evening. Of course, she'll do what she always does. Of course, bright and early, I'll bring the coffee; see you tomorrow."
Trin hung up the phone and turned her chair to face the windows. Looking down onto the avenue below, Trin watched the people scurrying about like busy ants. Standing up, Trin walked to the window. She looked down the small valley of Seventh Avenue. Vaguely, she could see the edges of Time Square.
Finally, Trin turned around she returned to her desk. Reaching over, she picked up one of her framed pictures. Looking it over, she nodded. The picture was from last year's fashion week; it was taken backstage at the COB show. Trin smiled; in the picture were Trin, Brooke, Wyatt, and Victoria. The photo was taken right after Brooke stepped off stage, where she received a standing ovation.
Trin smiled and put the picture down on the desk. Looking at the picture over again, Trin remembered that the reason for the picture was because that was Wyatt's first time behind the scenes at a COB fashion show.
Trin reached over to the phone, picked up the handset ad dialed three numbers.
"Yes, I'm going to need my usual lunch, my ride home tonight, and for tomorrow instead of my usual ride in the morning, I'm going to the COB venue," Trin said; after a few nods, she hung up the phone and looked out the window.
