At the conference.
Frankie's POV
"I hope the deals are done"
The table stunk in gross silence, as the fashion quotient of the industry, Mrs. Jessica walked inside. Many secretaries and assistants stood up and bowed. However, the ones invited for the deal least mattered, for they knew, if they stood up, Tony wouldn't, and he might turn superior and after years of practice, they weren't going to have any s**t of superiority and inferiority.
She clicked her tongues at the extreme respect and sighed.
"My seat at the corner...hmm..I ain't sitting"
This was her usual thing. So nobody really looked and paid much attention.
She stood at the corner and crossed her arms.
Then with a delightful squeeze of her arms, threw a glare at her assistant who was standing and daydreaming at the corner.
