A few days later, at Chen & Co., I was in the middle of reviewing designs when my assistant, Mei, buzzed through the intercom.
"Miss Zhang, Mr. Wang is here to see you," Mei's voice crackled slightly.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Frank is here? Did he say why?"
"Something about the upcoming jewelry launch party," she replied hesitantly.
I frowned. I was not in the mood for one of Frank's cryptic visits. "Alright, send him in," I muttered. As much as I wanted to send him away, I couldn't-not when the jewelry line was a collaboration between my designs and his company's marketing.
A moment later, Frank strode into my office, impeccable in a dark fitted suit. He had this aura surrounding him, the aura that would make people stop and stare. I wasn't one of them anymore.
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