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Chapter 10 : Eileen`s Dream: Fashion Future Korea

Episode 53 : February 12 2021 Monday 10th grade 10

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The pristine corridors of Incheon International Airport buzzed with the familiar energy of international commerce as Eileen and Roxanna emerged from customs.

Their complementary business suits—Eileen`s in charcoal gray with subtle silver threading, Roxanna`s in navy with matching silver accents—marked them unmistakably as successful businesswomen.

Every detail of their outfits harmonized perfectly, from their coordinated briefcases to their confident stride across the polished marble floors. A sleek black sedan waited at the curb, its driver already stepping forward to assist with their luggage. "This is so exciting," Roxanna said, settling into the plush leather seat as Seoul`s sprawling skyline came into view.

"I visited Korea when I was little, but it`s transformed completely.

Seoul and its suburbs have spread like wildfire—I swear, someday Korea will just be one enormous metropolis." Eileen nodded, watching the endless procession of glass towers flash past their window.

"Seoul has become the garment manufacturing capital of the world.

The industry here is bigger than France and Italy combined." She adjusted her portfolio case on her lap.

"I`m presenting to National Garment Company—one of the largest fashion conglomerates on the planet." "Do you think they`ll understand your designs?" Roxanna asked, a note of concern creeping into her voice.

"Your work is so specialized, targeting such a specific high-end market." "They`ll understand," Eileen replied with quiet confidence.

"My designs are based on the relationship between clothing and feel-good hormones—oxytocin, dopamine.

Those are universal human experiences." "Sure, but you`re a psychologist," Roxanna pressed.

"You understand the science behind those feelings.

These executives might only think in terms of fabric and manufacturing efficiency." Eileen smiled.

"National Garment Company is one of the most sophisticated fashion enterprises in the world.

This is their golden anniversary year—they started under a different name in 2008, and here we are in 2058.

They didn`t reach this level of success by thinking small.

That`s exactly why I chose them, and I want my line`s introduction to be part of their milestone celebration." The sedan pulled up to a gleaming glass and steel skyscraper that seemed to pierce the clouds themselves.

In the marble-clad lobby, security personnel greeted Eileen in flawless English while addressing Roxanna in rapid Korean, which left her smiling politely but completely lost.

After receiving their visitor badges, they were directed to the conference facilities on the twenty-second floor, Roxanna helping Eileen carry her presentation materials and portfolio disks. "So they actually manufacture clothes in this building?" Roxanna asked as they rode the express elevator upward. Eileen laughed.

Hardly.

This is their global headquarters.

They operate dozens of manufacturing facilities scattered across six continents—most concentrated in Korea, China, and Japan, but they also maintain operations in the United States and Mexico." The conference room was breathtaking—one entire wall served as a massive display screen, while floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of Seoul`s urban expanse.

A technician efficiently loaded Eileen`s portfolio disks into the sophisticated media system. The Vice President of Design, an elegant woman in her fifties, approached the podium.

"Welcome, ladies.

We`re honored to receive your presentation today.

We`ve reviewed samples from your American collection and are excited to explore potential collaboration opportunities.

Please, proceed." Eileen stepped forward, her confidence radiating through the room.

"Good morning, and thank you for this opportunity.

I`m Eileen Danvers Garcia.

Fashion design is actually my third career—I began as a lawyer, then transitioned into psychology, and each profession naturally evolved into the next.

Legal practice demands a deep understanding of human psychology, which led me to formal study in that field.

I found psychology so fascinating that I maintained a practice for several years.

Yet throughout it all, my teenage passion for fashion never truly left me." She gestured to the first slide, showing elegant silhouettes that somehow conveyed both sophistication and sensuality. "While appearance is crucial, I`ve always been intrigued by how clothing makes us feel—particularly women.

The right outfit can trigger a response more powerful than...

well, almost any other experience.

As a psychologist, I studied fashion`s effects on the female brain, specifically how certain garments stimulate the release of dopamine and oxytocin.

These same hormones are central to intimate experiences, revealing a profound connection between fashion and sensuality that transcends gender, though it manifests most dramatically in women." The display shifted to show detailed fabric analyses and cut patterns. "I`ve observed that many women dress in luxurious lingerie even when alone—paired with satin sheets, it creates an atmosphere of warmth and sensuality that needs no audience.

During intimate relationships, dopamine floods the brain in both partners, but women experience an additional oxytocin release during post-intimate contact—touching, embracing, cuddling—that creates deep emotional bonds." Eileen`s voice grew more animated as she moved to her core concept. "Through precise fabric selection and cutting techniques, clothing of any type—not just lingerie—can elicit similar hormonal responses.

When you put on the perfect outfit, you experience that same warm satisfaction, that afterglow of contentment.

My designs use more fabric than typical `sexy` clothing, which often prioritizes exposed skin over tactile experience.

My pieces provide optimal fabric-to-skin contact to caress and embrace the body while maintaining visual appeal." The presentation continued for nearly an hour, showcasing videos of models wearing Eileen`s designs—garments that seemed to transform the wearer`s entire presence, radiating confidence and subtle allure. "Women want to look extraordinary in their outfits, but they also want their partners to look equally stunning.

My collection includes companion pieces for each garment, designed for either male or female partners.

Individual pieces are striking, but paired together, they`re transformative.

A night out in the right coordinated outfit becomes an unforgettable experience." The Weirdest Dream Eileen bolted upright in her narrow dormitory bed, heart racing and skin damp with perspiration. "Helena! Are you awake?" A groggy voice emerged from the adjacent bunk.

"I am now.

What`s wrong? You sound completely wound up." "I just had the most incredible dream.

No—not a dream.

A vision.

A vision of the future." Eileen`s voice trembled with excitement and something approaching fear.

"I need to talk to Ella immediately." An hour later, they sat in Ella`s modest kitchen, steam rising from three cups of coffee that had grown cold while Eileen spoke. "The detail was overwhelming," Eileen explained, her hands gesturing animatedly.

"I could smell the street food vendors in Seoul, feel the morning chill on my skin.

Every sensation was completely real." "What exactly happened in this dream?" Ella asked gently. "It`s still crystal clear—not fading like normal dreams.

It feels like a memory, a memory of something that hasn`t happened yet." Eileen paused, struggling with the impossibility of her own words.

"I was around fifty years old, older than my mother is now, and I was an established fashion designer.

Before that, I`d been a psychologist, and before that, a lawyer.

I could remember specific cases, specific clients.

And my husband..." Her voice softened.

"Oh God, Ella, I can see his face so clearly.

His name is Garcia—he`s Hispanic, kind eyes, gentle hands.

I`ve never felt such certainty about someone I`ve never met." "Roxanna was there too, modeling one of my business suits.

She looked absolutely radiant.

I`d brought her along to provide Korean representation for my Seoul presentation." Ella studied her friend`s face.

"You seem troubled.

It sounds like a wonderful dream." "That`s just it." Eileen`s voice cracked.

"In the dream, I clearly stated the year—2058.

That`s decades after Commander Beaker`s predicted catastrophe.

But there was no catastrophe, Ella.

The world was thriving, peaceful.

International trade flourished between Korea, China, Europe, America.

Everything was not just okay—it was better than it is now." "Dreams can be hopeful," Ella said carefully.

"But that doesn`t necessarily mean they`re prophetic." I Want Out "No, Ella, you don`t understand." Tears began streaming down Eileen`s cheeks.

"It was too detailed, too complete to be just a dream.

It was a vision—a prophecy.

I want that future.

I want to become that woman, marry that man, build that life." Her voice rose with desperate conviction.

"I don`t want to do this Navy program anymore.

I want out." Ella felt her own tears starting.

"Oh, my sweet Eileen.

No one`s forcing you to stay in the Navy program.

If you want to leave, you leave.

But you`ll always be our sister.

Even if you make new friends, move away, build a different life—we`ll always be connected at the deepest level, in our own special way." The embrace that followed seemed to summon Roxanna and Helena from thin air, and soon all four girls were wrapped in a tight circle, crying and holding each other. "Helena," Roxanna asked through her tears, "is it possible this dream was...

demonic? A false vision designed to break us apart?" Helena considered this seriously.

"Even if it were, it would still be Eileen`s choice to make.

If the vision is false, that will become clear as events unfold.

Eileen is spiritually joined to us permanently—if her dream future proves hollow, she can rejoin us at any time, and it will be as if she never left." Roxanna managed a watery smile.

"If the dream is still fresh in your mind, could you sketch that suit I looked so fabulous in?"

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NEXT >> Chapter 54
Catching Up

Two years after surviving an assassination attempt, seventeen-year-old Ella and her team of psychically-gifted agents navigate political turmoil and personal growth while maintaining their cover as wealthy teenagers, until the suicide of a friend leads them to encounter Asherina—a telepathic member of an ancient underground human species. Asherina reveals that her people have been hiding from surface dwellers for half a million years and warns of an impending solar catastrophe, proposing to combine their underground cities with the team's planned tunnels to save humanity from both an approaching war and a solar explosion that could destroy all surface life.

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Mr. Danvers seeks Helena's guidance after experiencing a mystical connection to a young woman he's never met, which was triggered by reading a strange story about reincarnated love left mysteriously in his office. The angel Ezekiel reveals that he placed a grandmother's accumulated prayers and love for her troubled granddaughter Valerie into Mr. Danvers' heart, tasking him with providing unconditional support rather than trying to save her from her destined path.

FIRST Chapter 0 Sleep Over

Thirteen-year-old Ella and her best friends Eileen and Roxana encounter an interdimensional being named Helana during a sleepover, who appears as different benevolent figures to each girl and reveals glimpses of their legendary futures. When Helana tries to leave after accidentally revealing herself and disrupting their timelines, Ella cleverly traps the entity by claiming authority over her domain, forcing Helana to stay as their `genie in a bottle` despite her pleas to return home.