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“And why would I do that? Who are you to give me orders? Are you speaking to me as the second son of the Lewiss or as someone else?”
Ciara inquired, folding her arms defiantly.
Andrew’s face darkened. “Now is not the time for this, Ciara. People are watching. We are both employees of this company. You are obligated to help your colleagues if need be, so stop being so arrogant and stubborn.”
Ciara sneered at him and then shrugged. She stepped forward and looked at Flora from head to toe. Afterward, she tut-tutted with displeasure. “The designer is a minimalist artist. You are dressed like a Christmas tree. Can’t you see that it just doesn’t make sense?”
Flora rolled her eyes and uttered sarcastically, “What do you know about fashion? It’s called contrast. You know, the products are not eye- catching already. If I wear some plain clothes like I’m attending a funeral, the target audience won’t spare the commercial a second glance, let alone buy the trashy products.”
The couple was in sync. They didn’t see anything wrong with the outfit.
Ciara felt the urge to explain to them. But then, she remembered that they were blockheads. She turned to look at the designer-Ivan Russo, who had been standing aside. She thought about how best to explain the current situation to him. “Well-“
“Don’t bother yourself, miss. I actually understand your language,” Ivan piped up in Italian.
Ciara’s jaw dropped. That meant he heard Flora’s disparaging remarks about his designs.
Ivan held a finger to his lips. “Let’s keep it a secret.”
“My lips are sealed. Trust me,” Ciara replied in Italian, nodding her head. The two smiled at each other. Then Ivan asked, “Would you like to be the model for this commercial?”
Ivan’s offer surprised Ciara. He wanted to change the model for the commercial?
It meant that Flora would lose the deal and her career would suffer a major setback even before it started.
After thinking for a while, Ciara turned down the offer politely. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m an agent here, not a model.”
“Oh, I thought you were a model. You are very beautiful. With a look of regret, Ivan continued, “Your physical appearance and temperament are just what I need in a model for this commercial What a pity!”
Ciara looked at the pieces of jewelry that were displayed not far away and commented, “I love your designs. They are unique. I can see that you combined traditional and modern aesthetics to make them. I must say that you are very talented.”
One of the minor courses that Ciara took at the university had to do with jewelry design. She knew that only a designer who knew his onions could make a compromise between his own taste and the public’s preferences.
Designers had to put in a lot of work and make several revisions just to put out the best.
Even though the design looked simple to others, Ciara knew that it must have cost hours of hard work.
Ivan’s smile widened after he got that compliment. He took out his business card and handed it to her. “Here’s my card. I’m glad I met an understanding and insightful person like you. As they say, less is more. I love to make my designs minimalist in order to spark thoughts from people.”
“This could set a new trend in the jewelry industry.” Ciara took the business card with a smile. They talked some more.
After the short conversation, Ivan was all smiles. “I hope we can work together someday. If you ever need my help, you can call me at any time.”
“Okay, we should do that one of these days.”
Andrew gaped at them as they chatted happily. Once they were done talking, he grabbed Ciara’s arm. “What were you two talking about?”
Ciara shook off his hand and shot him a glare.
Finally, the interpreter arrived. It was a young girl.
Andrew shoved Ciara aside and shouted at the interpreter, “Don’t just stand there! Come and translate for me!”
Before the interpreter could get down to work, the two Italians said a few words, packed up their things, and left.
“What… What just happened?” Andrew directed that question to the interpreter.
The interpreter faltered, “Ermm… Ivan said that the shoot is canceled, and that he would pick another model for the commercial.”
“What?” Flora flipped out. She looked at Ciara angrily. “This is all your fault! You must have said something to ruin my chance. Out with it!”
Ciara scoffed. “Are you really going to put the blame on me? Just so you know, those two understand English very well. They heard all you said about the jewelry. You should be thankful that they didn’t make a scene since you wasted their precious time!”
“Bah! You are one big liar! My guts tell me that you said something to them. You bitch!” Flora went feral. She gave Ciara a hard shove.
Ciara raised her hand to fight back, but Andrew stopped her. He looked into her eyes and warned, “Don’t even dare. This is the workplace. Don’t make a scene here.”
“Mr. Lewis, you have forgotten your identity, haven’t you?” Ciara sneered. She leaned over and whispered to him, “Even though we are both colleagues in public, I’m still your elder brother’s wife. What right do you have to speak to me in that manner?”
“You!” Andrew wanted to give her a piece of his mind, but he couldn’t find the right words to say. His eyes turned red as he glared at her.
Just as they were in a stalemate, Donna rushed into the studio and wagged her index finger at Ciara.
“Hey, newbie! Have you gone nuts? Is this the station 1 assigned you to? What the hell are you doing here? You even ruined our model’s work. If you love yourself, you would quit instead of causing so much trouble here!”
Ciara explained with a grievance, “It’s not what you think, Donna. I just–“
“Hey, hey! Not another word!” Donna cut her off. She then turned to Andrew and bowed to him. “I’m sorry, sir. She’s a dumbo. Although I assigned the task of cleaning up the warehouse to her, I don’t know why she wandered until she got here.”
A realization struck Ciara when she saw Donna being so respectful to Andrew. It appeared that she was Andrew’s stooge. No wonder she had been acting up since!
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