Two days after the charity ball, Leila finally made her decision.
After hanging that finished blouse on one of the rails along her office's wall, giving a green light for its further production, Leila grabbed her phone. She took a deep breath, and then called him.
"Nate Hill," husky and deep masculine voice replied, sending cold shivers down her spine. Trying to think about something else but how good he must look right now, Leila's eyes skimmed over a wrap dress still on a dressmaker mannequin.
"Mr. Hill, this is Lucinda Greece. We met at the charity ball this Saturday." Leila did her best, trying to sound confident as any young businesswoman should be. She balanced between two jobs for days now, working both as a fashion designer and the CEO of her family's company.
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