A sleek business van pulled into the factory grounds the next day.
Hayden and Christina stepped out, dressed in sharp suits, looking energized and confident.
The factory staff, all clad in clean uniforms, hurried over to enthusiastically greet them. But as soon as they saw the two, their expressions flickered with surprise.
They had heard rumors and stories about Hayden, who was barely out of high school and not even in college yet. And the company's brand ambassador was a stunningly beautiful young woman.
Even knowing all this in advance, seeing them in person was still a shock.
They were around the same age, both impossibly young. It was unexpected.
But standing together, they looked like a perfect match. They were talented and good-looking—a pair that naturally inspired admiration.
"Welcome!" A middle-aged man in his 40s stepped forward eagerly, rubbing his hands together nervously but smiling warmly.
This was Nathan Holt, the factory manager. With years of experience in leadership, he had a keen sense of people.
Despite Hayden's youth, Nathan showed no trace of condescension. On the contrary, his genuine respect set the tone for everyone around him, making them instinctively regard Hayden with the same level of deference.
"I heard the first batch of Twilight Cakes has been produced?" Hayden asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Yes, but the quantity is small," Nathan explained. "This batch is just for internal tasting. We need to finalize the flavor and other factors before we can move into mass production."
"Alright, let me take a look," Hayden said casually.
Early that morning, the company had received a call from the factory, prompting Hayden to come over. He had brought Christina along—might as well turn it into a tasting session.
Then, he gave an awkward smile as he explained, "But you made yours by hand, while ours are produced using machines. That might be the reason for the color difference."
"Take us to see the production process," Hayden instructed, not pursuing the matter further.
"Of course. This way, please, Mr. Sterling," Nathan responded eagerly, leading them into the factory floor.
"Start the production line," Hayden ordered. He wanted to see for himself what the difference was with machine production.
"Yes, Mr. Sterling!"
Nathan nodded immediately and gestured to his team. Within moments, the factory workers sprang into action.
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