Korkov: "YourName, I wanted to thank you for the exceptional job you did representing my fashion designs on the runway... So, here you are at The Oak Club. You're welcome.
Korkov: "No reason to kiss my boots. Unless of course you'd just like to kiss thirty-thousand dollars worth of designer leather. Ha! You have talent - I can see it. Stay on my good side and who knows how far you'l go in the fashion scene. Anyway, I have people to talk to. Ta."
Willow/Dirk: "Well, well, well. Look who it is. Does security know you've managed to sneak in here?"
Willow/Dirk: "You liar! I guess you think you're pretty got stuff now, huh? I've got news for you, honey... You'll never be me."
Willow/Dirk: "How DARE you!? Did everyone just hear that? OMG! I swear, I will bury you in every way imaginable until you're nothing but a forgotten joke! UGH!"
Willow/Dirk: "What? No that...wasn't funny. Stop laughing at me...all of you! Ugh, I don't have to take this. Especially not from you! This party is lame, anyway..."
Then Korkov will approach again.
Korkov: "You handled that well, YourName. You must get used to people being jealous. It's inevitable to inspire envy in those inferior to you... And don't worry about Dirk. Look ahead, not behind. Nothing back there but second place, I always say."
After the event is over Maria will call.
Maria: "YourName? I heard there was a bit of excitement at The Oak Club. Sounds like it all worked out for the best. Elizabeth Korkov is impressed! You keep making powerful contacts and you'll rule New York in no time. Speaking of which, I'll get back to work on making you a star! Ciao!"
Simon will then call and ask you to come to his office.