After the friend request was accepted, Ivy Holden sent a file to Jessica Tyson. "Ms. Tyson, here are a few small suggestions for your show, *Song of Time*. Please take a look. If you feel they're useful, we can talk."
At first, Jessica Tyson paid no mind to Ivy Holden's words. In her eyes, these so-called suggestions were just a bargaining chip from the presumptuous young woman before her. The show hadn't even aired yet. Not even she, the producer and a key member of the preparatory team, could predict its reception. 'How dare this girl offer suggestions for my program?'
The document was just over two thousand words. Jessica Tyson skimmed through it in less than five minutes, but her brow furrowed when she finished. She couldn't help but read it a second time. This time, it took her fifteen minutes.
Ivy Holden calmly sipped at her margarita, finishing the drink little by little as she patiently waited for Jessica Tyson to speak.
