Sick Leave

(Camilla’s POV) I watched in anticipation from my sleek black car that was parked across the street as Agnes poured her heart out to the designer, pleading for a unique design that could save her from impending defeat. My eyes narrowed as I observed the scene unfolding before me, a twisted smile playing on my lips. Who would have thought that she could turn into something like this? Looks like I have really found her weak spot. All I had to do was use her arrogance against her. It didn't take too much effort. My phone buzzed with an incoming call, and I answered with a cool, collected tone. "Yes, what is it?" I inquired, my voice tinged with a hint of anticipation. The designer's voice came through the line, uncertainty evident in her tone. "Miss Camilla, Agnes is here, begging for a unique design. What should I do?" she asked. A smirk carved into my lips. I have been sending a mailman to leave a flier about this designer outside her apartment. It looks like her rusty memory finally kn