I chuckled softly. “You’re not making any sense. How can you be so sure I’d win with special treatment instead of actual skill? Are you that confident in yourself?”
Linda’s face darkened, and she laughed derisively. “With you? The only thing you’re good at is being sneaky. If you manage to beat me, I’ll stay out of your way for the rest of my life. I’ll never appear in front of you again! But if you lose, you resign!”
I finished my yogurt, biting down on the straw. “That’s not a fair bet. How about this: if you lose, you leave. If I lose, I leave. Deal?”
“Fine, it’s a deal!”
I bit the straw again, a playful glint in my eye. “Good. Now, you can go.”
Seeing my nonchalant and dismissive attitude, she seethed, her heart pounding with rage. “Zephyra, don’t get too cocky. I will beat you!”
She tried to slam her shoulder into mine, but I sidestepped her neatly. She stumbled, nearly falling, and shot me a venomous glare before spinning on her heels and storming away.
York looked even more worried. “Director, she’s the one Mr. Taylor has his eye on. He was impressed with her before, and it seems like he’s even more so now. Why did you have to argue with her? What if…”
His unfinished sentence was clear enough: as someone who had supposedly gotten her position through connections, I could be arrogant, but in a place where skill was everything, it was better to lie low.
I simply smiled without a word. Who ever said that someone who used connections couldn't also have talent?
Soon, it was my turn. My creation was a brooch: a single withered branch connecting a soaring bird to a delicate hibiscus flower. The bird was encrusted with diamonds, and for its wings, I had used a unique, three-hundred-dollar pearl I’d hand-selected myself at the market. At the top of the branch, the hibiscus bloomed, its stamen crafted from pink conch pearls.
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