Brittany never expected to have fans, but she agreed nonetheless.
"I'll check it out."
Kari followed closely, "Brittany, brace yourself; this one's a handful."
Brittany had dealt with her fair share of tough cookies. She had a trick or two up her sleeve for this sort of thing.
She pushed open the conference room door.
"Hello, how may I assist you today?"
"Are you Brittany?"
A snooty huff filled the air.
The woman perched on the couch stood up, giving Brittany the once-over before letting out a derisive snort, "You're not even that pretty!"
Brittany sensed hostility, "Miss, have we met before?"
"I'm Joyce."
"Please, have a seat, Joyce."
Brittany slipped into her no-nonsense professional persona as Joyce laid out a litany of demands. Anticipating to witness Brittany flounder but unable to meet her expectations, Joyce was astonished.
With a flick of her wrist, Brittany sketched out a design that mirrored Joyce's vision perfectly.
Stunned, Joyce’s fingers trembled slightly as she held the draft. No wonder Brittany had made a name for herself—she had skills!
Her assistant behind her practically sparkled with admiration, ready to transform into a die-hard fan on the spot.
"Joyce, are you satisfied with the design?"
Gritting her teeth, Joyce muttered, "It's passable."
"If there's nothing you'd like to change, we shall proceed with the contract."
Brittany produced the document, her serene eyes making Joyce buckle as she signed somewhat dazedly.
Deal sealed.
Brittany personally escorted Joyce out.
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