Dylan looked up as Violet came back. “Hey, so—did you actually get to see Josef?”
She walked back to her seat, steps heavy, shaking her head. “No. His assistant came to pick it up instead.”
“Ah, that sucks…” Dylan saw her disappointment and added quickly, “Hey, don’t be too bummed. Edward goes to Switzerland at least once a year. He’ll probably take you next time. You’ll get to meet Josef then.”
“Hopefully,” she said with a faint smile, though she didn’t have much hope in it.
They both went back to their workstations, the workshop returning to its steady hum of small tools and focused silence.
Earlier, she’d polished the bezel, smoothing out the surface scratches. Now came the most important part—the movement. She checked the clock. Almost 2pm. If she started now, it’d take five or si
