Chapter 84

‘I admit nothing. When I choose to come back has absolutely zilch to do with you. Same goes for whether you hit Eliza Black’s deadline—none of it’s my problem. So stop projecting.’ Violet let out a derisive hum, clearly not buying a word I said. ‘Fine,’ she said, looking all pleased with herself. ‘Even if you agreed to come back, it’s too late. I’ve already set things up with Eliza. She’s gonna blow up at the film festival in a few days, and once she posts about me on social media, I’ll be a star designer. You won’t even be able to carry my bags, let alone keep up with me.’ I walked back to my desk, letting her ramble on while I ignored her. Violet had no clue. She was about to find out the hard way that with all her rush and last-minute changes to the designs, there was no way she was going to hit the mark. I wouldn’t be surprised if poor Eliza Black ended up looking like a fool at the film festival. *** After that little verbal cage match, Violet actually chilled out. She was too bus