One phone call into the morning after the whole s****l tabernacle with Dimitri, Juliette sank into her work. Various schemes were mostly completed. In addition, the drawing plans for the new branch were coming along with no hiccups. Nothing too complicated, but she enjoyed the feeling of pulling out her pencils.
It was relaxing. While anyone else would rather relax under the sun, near the pool with an alcoholic beverage sipping on, however, Juliette rather being right where she was, at her desk, sketching new projects.
Everything Dimitri, had long been forgotten.
She inhaled contently.
Her phone buzzed on the desk, breaking her train of thought. She fumbled around, not tearing her eyes from the drawing, trying to obscure the object of her annoyance.
In hand, she slid her thumb acr
