Chapter 308 Harder to Please than Loraine
Violet got back to JK, hoping to catch her breath after the nerve-wracking dinner with Brady.
She had just settled at her desk when her phone buzzed.
She glanced at the screen—unknown number.
Normally, she'd ignore it, but the persistent ringing made her pick up.
A sweet but firm voice greeted her. "Is this Ms. Devereux from JK?"
"Yes, it is. Who's calling?" Violet asked, trying to sound polite.
"I'm Amelia Garcia, your client. Are you free at 2 PM? Come to my apartment to discuss the dress for an upcoming endorsement event."
"I'm free this afternoon," Violet replied, a bit confused. She didn't remember reaching out to Amelia and wondered how Amelia got her number.
"By the way, Ms. Garcia, how did you get my number?" Violet asked.
"Your designer at JK gave it to me," Amelia said casually. She didn't bother mentioning Laura, who she barely remembered despite having designed for her twice.
"Okay, I see." Violet figured it was probably Mia who gave out her number.
"Great, come over early," Amelia said and hung up. She had a nail appointment; Aiden had a thing for her fingers lately.
Amelia needed her nails to look perfect to keep Aiden interested.
Rumor had it Aiden's interest in women didn't last more than a month. Amelia had been with him for almost 15 days, and she was starting to worry.
She didn't even like Aiden much—he was too kinky, especially in bed.
He used all sorts of weird toys, but he was impotent and a premature ejaculator.
Amelia wasn't happy, but she put up with it for his money.
After the call, Violet started prepping for her visit, gathering design drafts, color swatches, and sample images.
By 1:30 PM, she was ready and headed to Amelia's apartment.
Amelia's place was in a swanky part of Elysium, not far from Brady's old apartment. Following the address Mia had given her, Violet found the building.
She explained her visit to the security guard, who swiped her in.
Violet took the elevator to the 18th floor, found Amelia's door, and rang the bell.
A few seconds later, a young agent opened the door. She looked Violet up and down with a haughty expression. "You must be the designer from JK?"
"Yes, I'm Violet Devereux." Violet extended her hand.
The agent ignored it. "Come in and change your shoes. Amelia doesn't like dirty floors."
Violet slipped into the guest slippers and followed the agent inside.
Amelia was lounging by the floor-to-ceiling window, getting her nails done by a manicurist.
The nails were long, sharp, and pure white—like cat claws. Violet had never seen anything like it.
It was a bit terrifying.
At first glance, Violet thought Amelia might be even harder to please than Loraine.
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