Chapter 22
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Chapter 22
Sophie smiled thinking about Logan's earlier texts while walking through the client's house. She barely heard a word the old lady was saying, but managed to fake a smile as the cotton-haired woman asked, “well?”
“Um...I'm not sure?”
“What do you mean, you're 'not sure'? You're supposed to be sure, it's your job. It's not even as though the decision is a major one. Paper or paint?”
“Ohhh,” catching on eventually, Sophie smiled in a friendly manner. “For in here? Paint, definitely paint. The steam would lift any paper you put up.”
“Tsk. I told Hermin that, dear. You think he'd listen to me?” She shook her white dandelion head. “I had to get you in just so he'd listen for once.”
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BACK IN HER CAR, SOPHIE fumed as she made her way home. She'd intentionally cleared her schedule this evening so that she could spend a few hours going through Mrs.. Carnady's home – it usually took between two and three hours to completely plan out a redec – and now that she'd been quite rudely dismissed by the old hag, she found herself with time to kill.
Pulling up at a red light, she wriggled in her seat until she could reach her phone in her bag laying in the foot-well of the passenger side. There was a text from Logan from an hour previously.
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