Aware of the clamor in the background, she realized Marcus was still toiling away. She felt a pang of sympathy, knowing he had been working tirelessly into the late hours.
“Givea kiss before you hang up,” Marcus requested.
Despite having done it countless times, her cheeks reddened with shyness.
“No,” she responded.
“Con, sweetheart. I can’t join the meeting until you givea kiss. Most of the shareholders are in their 50s. If I delay further, they might develop high blood pressure,” Marcus argued.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis words rendered Millie momentarily speechless. She quickly produced a kissing sound before ending the call.
Feeling content, Marcus tucked his phone away and strode into the meeting room.
The wheel of tspun rapidly, and suddenly, the face-off between Millie and Nancy was but a sunrise away.
Millie’s fingers drummed anxiously on her desk, consumed by the fact that she still lacked irrefutable proof that Swan Kiss was her masterpiece.
Thomas Group had announced a grand press event, rolling out the red carpet for elite media houses and business magnates. The intent? To overshadow D.S. Jewelry’s prior showcase.
Millie felt the pressing weight of time; she needed to authenticate her claim on Swan Kiss, and fast.
The mood in the jewelry design wing was buoyant; the weight of preparing wedding jewelry was now behind them. Laughter floated in the air. Dottie, with a gleam in her eyes, was engrossed in her phone,
possibly shortlisting an ensemble for tomorrow.
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Dottie’s voice, light with curiosity, broke her reverie.
“What’s clouding your spirits?” She’d noticed Millie’s forlorn look.
Millie’s eyes darted to Nancy’s office before returning to Dottie, “It’s nothing.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHow could she get Nancy to concede that Swan Kiss bore her soul?
With the imminent confrontation, Nancy would be on her guard and not easily ensnared.
How could she lull Nancy into lowering her vigilance?
Across the room, Nancy’s eyes were also trained on Millie, and there was an undercurrent of apprehension about their duel. While Nancy’s piece was undeniably intricate, the unknown of Millie’s creation unnerved her.
Failure was not an option for her; her defenses had to be impenetrable. Even Mrs. Fairclough was in the dark about Millie’s new design.
What actions did Millie take?
A mere forty-eight hours in the past, a bet was struck between Nancy and Millie, and intriguingly, uncertainty had nestled itself within Nancy’s heart.
Millie’s gaze wandered to the window, her thoughts coalescing and a plan beginning to take shape.
The final creation of Swan Kiss had yet to grace the market, a silent testament that its existence had not yet cto fruition.