The opportunity was rare and vital for future promotions. Making a lasting impression on Joe was paramount.
"Did Mr. Martin say anything?" one of the male colleagues asked.
Priscilla shook her head. "I told Mr. Martin about the meeting in 15 minutes. He didn't say much, just nodded. The coffee I made was also according to Mr. Ziegler's instructions, so there shouldn't be any issues."
"Good to hear. Mr. Ziegler will be away on business for two months. The three of us need to handle everything seamlessly. If there are any ideas or concerns, let's make sure to communicate openly," the second male colleague said.
Priscilla smiled and said, "Our skills speak for themselves. This is our chance to prove what we're capable of. Let's not disappoint Mr. Ziegler."
Nor should they disappoint Joe. Two months was neither too long nor too short.
Priscilla glanced at her carefully manicured hands. The nail art, a design she had chosen herself, gleamed under the light. Skylar couldn't possibly maintain nails like these. Working with antiques daily, her hands were likely rough and worn—not soft, delicate, and fair like Priscilla's.
She would make sure to seize this opportunity.
…
Later that day, everyone gathered to celebrate Janine's birthday.
A few years ago, Janine and Ted had moved into a large villa to accommodate their growing family. With Steven's two kids and Vivian, the extra space was necessary.
The yard had swings, a slide, and small tracks for the kids' tricycles. Inside, three rooms were dedicated to the children, along with several guest rooms—ready for when Charles and Harvey eventually married and had families of their own.
The children gathered together to play, while Skylar and Joe chatted with Steven and the others.
"I saw your post on Instagram. Is your new book being adapted into a TV series?" Skylar asked Mona.
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