Chapter 131 Who Else at JK Company Relies on Looks?
"Violet Devereux, what did Mr. Hall want with you?" Max Green approached with a tone of concern.
Violet Devereux tucked the medication into her bag with a smile and a shake of her head, offering a frivolous excuse, "Oh, it was just about Loraine's order, wondering how I’d handle it?"
Max Green had guessed it was about that, so he didn’t suspect otherwise. He pressed, "So, what did you tell them?"
"I said I'd recover Loraine's order and spare the Hall family and JK any embarrassment," she replied confidently.
Max nodded but couldn’t help but worry about the Plahn order—concerned that Violet might not retrieve it. "With Loraine's order, just do your best. Don't beat yourself up if it falls through. None of this was on purpose, you know."
"Mr. Green, I'll give it a try," Violet affirmed with resolve—not just to try, but to reclaim it.
She wanted to prove her worth.
And she wasn't about to let them walk all over her.
Max's smile deepened, a growing fondness for Violet simmering in his eyes. He concluded he liked her more each passing day and decided to seize an opportunity to express his feelings soon: "Alright, then. Get to it, and reach out if you need anything."
"Thank you, Mr. Green," Violet responded earnestly, oblivious to the admiration in his gaze.
With a tender nod, Max withdrew and went back to his office.
Once alone, Violet patted her head reassuringly, focusing her thoughts away from all the Brady Hall drama and various distractions. Her immediate focus was to finalize the design for an old lady's coat and figure out how to reconnect with Loraine Plahn.
Would she even want to see her now?
After being left in the rain the last time, a meeting seemed even less likely.
But how would she know without trying?
Pulling out her phone, Violet scrolled to Loraine Plahn’s contact and sent a text: "Hi Loraine, it’s Violet Devereux from JK. I sincerely apologize for last time. If you're available today, may I have just ten minutes of your time?"
The message was met with silence.
Violet knew not to expect a reply.
She wasn't discouraged, though.
After setting her phone aside, she dived into the design project for the elderly lady's coat.
The afternoon flew by, and as evening approached, Fanny and Laura Murphy returned to the office after meeting with clients.
Upon entering the room, they immediately spotted Violet Devereux hunched over her drafting table, meticulously designing a coat. A surge of hatred and jealousy welled up as they remembered how arrogantly she had vowed to them that morning.
They exchanged knowing glances, ready to ruffle Violet’s feathers a bit.
Positioning themselves about a yard from Violet, they started to feign gossip. "Did you hear? One of our designers is really rising through the ranks. Just the other day, Mr. White came by with Chanel gifts, and today, a different guy dropped her off at work in a Maserati. It’s all about the looks and the charm, right? Us poor designers just can't compete.”
“Oh boy, what can you do? Some people just play the game, ready to hobnob with the rich guys. Unlike us—self-respecting folks who wouldn't be caught dead doing such things.”
“So, no Chanel bags for us, nor rides in a Maserati.”
“And definitely no sugar daddy to foot our bills.”
As they chuckled, their laughter drew the attention and curiosity of other designers nearby. "Hey, Fanny, who are you talking about? Who got a ride in a Maserati this morning?"
“Who else in JK could it be but someone living off their looks?”
“Huh? You’re not talking about Violet Devereux, are you?”
Fanny shushed her colleague, pressing a finger to the designer's lips, “Shh, don’t talk about her. She's got Mr. White on her side, and who knows, maybe even bigger fish in her pond. We can't afford to make enemies.”
“Totally, it's envy-inducing, right? Simply trading on looks and getting lavish gifts and fancy cars?” Laura Murphy continued with her barbed remarks.
After her comment, everyone burst into mocking laughter, as if Violet had indeed been kept by a wealthy man.
But Violet was not in the mood to be the punching bag today. Amid the snickers, she picked up her phone and dialed Emily Hart, making sure to put the call on speaker: "Emily, can you pick me up after work? Oh, and make sure to drive your Maserati!"
“What’s up? You're requesting my Maserati today? I didn’t take it out. I'm in my Jeep today. Should I come get you?” Emily's sweet voice filled the design studio over the speaker.
The designers who'd just been sourly suggesting that Violet was being kept by a man were stunned to hear a woman's voice.
They all suddenly wore different expressions.
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