Chapter 983 Compensation
The employees of the computer repair shop returned the computer as scheduled.
Jane immediately turned on the computer to check if her work files were still there. Fortunately, only two unfinished works from the past week were lost, which was much better than she had imagined.
"Ms. Watkins, your dress has arrived." A servant interrupted Jane's thoughts.
"What dress?"
Jane looked up with a puzzled expression. "I didn't order a dress."
Jane was well aware of her situation. Although she wasn't poor, she wasn't wealthy enough to order a custom dress either.
"The recipient is Jane."
"I'll go take a look." Jane immediately backed up all her manuscripts on the computer and went out to check.
The delivery person was dressed in a black uniform printed with the logo of D House's haute couture studio.
The dress was covered with a white semi-transparent dust bag, through which the blue, undulating hem of the dress was vaguely visible, giving it a sense of grace and grandeur.
It was a limited edition haute couture piece released by D House this year, which was the final work of D House's former chief designer. When it was unveiled, it quite a stir both inside and outside the fashion world.
Jane had also glanced at this haute couture piece a few times back then, but given her current status, she neither needed nor could afford it.
"Ms. Watkins, do you have time to try it on now? If there are any size issues, our tailor can make adjustments on the spot."
For haute couture at this level, a tailor would always accompany the delivery to make precise adjustments based on the client's current measurements. Jane, who had grown up at the top of the social pyramid, was well aware of this custom.
However, Jane said, "I didn't order a dress."
Jane shrugged, asking, "Do you think I would order clothes from your house now?"
D House's haute couture was a studio that Jane had favored in the past. The staff there knew Jane and were aware of her current situation. She was no longer the Ms. Watkins who could spend lavishly and was adored by all.
The D House employees looked puzzled, but the dress was indeed customized for Jane, and the measurements matched hers. They had even marveled at how Ms. Watkins' figure was still as perfect as a model's, just like three years ago.
"Ms. Watkins, Mr. Clark called and said he ordered this for you. You're going on a business trip with him the day after tomorrow," Sadie hurried over to explain.
"What business trip?" Jane frowned, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Am I his secretary? Why should I accompany him on a business trip? Is he out of his mind?"
'Indeed, time can't change everything, such as Ms. Watkins' habit of "scolding" Mr. Clark, just like three years ago,' they thought.
"Ms. Watkins, the dress is already made. Why not try it on? It won't hurt to try, right?" The D House employees were very enthusiastic. Once the dress was on Jane and the adjustments were made, their job would be done.
Jane gave the D House employees a look that seemed to say, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
This wasn't ready-to-wear from a department store. Haute couture wasn't something she just tried on casually.
Realizing that the situation wasn't going well, Sadie called Anthony. Within two minutes, Jane received a call from Anthony.
"Try on the dress," Anthony said directly.
Jane rolled her eyes, saying, "Anthony, get this straight. First, I'm not your secretary. Second, I'm not your girlfriend. Third, you have a fiancée. You want me to accompany you on a business trip? You have the nerve to ask, but I don't have the nerve to go."
"I have the news about Jovan. Are you going?" Anthony asked.
"Yes."
A muffled laugh came from the receiver. "Send me a picture once you're dressed."
Jane was about to refuse.
Then she heard Anthony say, "What if I'm in a bad mood and don't want to take you..."
"I'll put it on and send you a picture immediately! Are you satisfied?" Jane forced a smile, cursing Anthony a hundred times in her heart.
The D House staff exchanged glances, unable to suppress their smiles.
The interaction between Anthony and Jane was still so sweet, but unfortunately, family feuds and personal grudges might prevent it from lasting.
Ten minutes later, Jane walked out of the room wearing the dress.
Everyone in the room was stunned.
How could one describe Jane at this moment?
She was like a nymph emerging from the water, delicate yet not coquettish, noble and aloof. Jane was the most esteemed princess in the deep-sea myth.
Jane twirled in front of the full-length mirror, revealing her delight with the dress.
"The waist is a bit loose," Jane told the D House tailor. "And the back shoulder area looks a bit awkward."
Hearing this, the others finally snapped out of their daze.
Jane wasn't the first one to wear this dress. The previous person who ordered this haute couture was a socialite from Paykston, who only managed to showcase half of Jane's elegance.
Everyone recalled a nickname the fashion world once gave Jane: the Haute Couture Killer.
She was called a killer not because she looked bad in the dresses, but because she looked so good that when others saw Jane wearing them, they were amazed and rushed to buy the same style, but only to find they couldn't achieve the same stunning effect.
"Ms. Watkins, should I send the photo to Mr. Clark?" Sadie remembered Jane's earlier promise to send Anthony a picture immediately.
"No rush."
Sadie wasn't surprised at all.
The D House tailor communicated with Jane, once again amazed. The top socialite was still the top socialite, even after leaving the circle for two or three years. Her aesthetic sense was still miles ahead of others, and she even had unique solutions for haute couture alterations.
"Ms. Watkins, this haute couture piece seems designed just for you. I've seen several ladies wear it, but only you can bring out its true essence!"
"Yes, if our former chief designer saw you, he would be very pleased!"
The D House employees showered Jane with compliments as if they were free.
Jane twirled in front of the mirror a couple more times in satisfaction. After she had her fill, she reluctantly picked up her phone and sent a message to Anthony.
Anthony had been waiting in the conference room for nearly an hour. The shareholders noticed that the CEO kept checking his watch. So they thought their work was inadequate and broke out in a cold sweat.
It was until Anthony's phone suddenly lit up.
Anthony picked up his phone, his eyebrows raising slightly, looking quite pleased.
The message from Jane read: [I'm dressed.]
Anthony replied with just one word: [Photo.]
Jane responded: [Compensation.]
Jane added: [I don't need money.]
Jane was clear in saying that she wanted Anthony to exchange information about Jovan.
Am I going to tell Jane that her beloved brother Jovan might be involved in some dangerous activities?' he thought.
Even if Jane didn't send the photo, Anthony could see it when he got home.
That was what Anthony thought, but his heart was restless, eager to see how Jane would look in that dress.
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