"Miss Langston, this is Fiona Whitmore, our most renowned designer at Magnate Gems."
Seraphina had heard of the name before—she had even seen Fiona's interviews in several magazines.
Fiona was hailed as the most gifted jewelry designer in the industry. While still in college, she had won first place in a prestigious design competition. A true prodigy.
But geniuses were often arrogant.
Fiona looked up impatiently, sizing Seraphina up with a scrutinizing gaze. Then, she scoffed.
"So, you're Seraphina? The woman the internet calls Damien Whitford's stalker? I have no idea what Mr. Caldwell sees in you. Magnate Gems isn't a place where just anyone can walk in." Fiona's voice dripped with mockery and disdain, not even trying to hide her contempt.
Seraphina froze. The polite smile she had
