Chapter 52

Natalie read the message. The amount offered was tempting, but money wasn't what she needed. What she needed now was an official job. Only then could she establish herself as a designer in her own right. "Stop messaging me. I won't be using this email address anymore." With that, Natalie logged out. … On the balcony, Imogen nearly hurled her laptop to the floor after reading the email. "What's with her, acting all high and mighty? She never showed an ego when she was begging to design for me." Fresh from the shower, Rowan found Imogen standing outside. He made his way toward her, casually drying his hair as he approached. "What's up, Imogen?" he asked, noticing her distracted expression. "Nothing much." She snapped her laptop shut. Rowan could never find out that her acclaimed designs at various launches had all been ghost-designed. "I was just thinking about my sketches." "Got any inspiration?" Rowan leaned in, wrapping an arm around her waist. He lowered his head, inhaling