Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 7

SYDNEY'S POV

I couldn't stop the laugh that burst out of me as I took in the fourth special order for the day.

Usually, Atelier receives a bunch of orders on a daily basis, and our employees take care of these orders. But if the jewelry order were to be custom made, the orders came directly to me.

Right there on my screen was an order for two pieces of jewelry from Mark's assistant. It had been included in the preference space for it to 'stand out' from any of our jewelries, then he ended it with 'just name your price'.

Typical. Only Mark would be so egotistic to make a request sound insulting. It was Mark's assistant that placed the order, but I was sure the order was on behalf of Mark. There was no way his assistant would be able to afford Atelier's custom-made designs for himself.

I swiveled in my chair, whistling, "Time to make some extra millions."

I turned back to my laptop's screen and reread the last phrase. My grin widened, "Oh. I am so going to name my price."

Briefly, I wondered who he'd be gifting and only Bella came to mind. "Awww," I cooed, wiping the fake tears trying to escape my eyes. He wants to gift her two custom-made jewelries at once? So sweet.

There was no better way for my day to go than an order from Mark. I was ready to make a fortune from him. After all, I didn't ask for alimony.

As I thought of how much I should charge Mark, swiveling in the chair, I couldn't help but notice the clean, expensive paint on the walls, the latest inbuilt television, the plush chairs…

I stopped swirling on the chair and looked around. Everything looked so well kept. My heart warmed with gratitude, even in my long absence, Grace didn't fail to keep this place running. She efficiently handled the two businesses all by herself when she could have easily abandoned Atelier and fully focused on the fashion sector that she handles so well.

Then I remembered her upcoming birthday and thought it would be the perfect time to also gift her a piece of specially made jewelry for her hard work and support apart from her birthday gift.

Now having three specially made jewelries added to the pending orders I had, I decided to get to work.

First, I made a sketch for the first four pieces of jewelry which was one of our client's daughters' graduation gift, Mark's and Grace's. The latter's Jewelry stood out. Then I designed a 3D jewelry model for all of them. I took extra care and time in picking out the color and gemstones for Grace. I needed it to be perfect.

Hours later, I was done with the designs for the four pieces. For a brief second, I reclined in my chair, my lips curved in a smile as I appreciated my handiwork.

I got out of my head, printed out what I designed and strode to the workshop. I got greetings from the workers there and I returned their greetings with a smile.

I put on the appropriate uniform and got to work.

It was hours later when I pulled the helmet off my face and turned off the machine. I let out a deep breath and fanned my face.

I stretched as I made a brisk walk out the door. I picked up a small bottle of water and guzzled almost half of it. It was already dark outside and I already said my goodbyes to our employees hours ago.

It was always like that. I always get carried away whenever I design these jewelry.

I walked back in. I picked up the pendant for Grace, squinted my eyes as I admired what I had designed. I smiled, a foreign yet familiar sense of accomplishment wafted through me. I sighed contentedly, I hadn't felt that in a long time.

I gave myself a pat on the back as I inspected the rest too. I stacked them safely in a jewelry box before packing up for the day.

I shrugged on my coat and picked up my bag. I turned off the lights in the control room then headed for the door and used my phone's torch to illuminate the now dark workspace.

I let out a short scream, my feet came to an abrupt stop and my bag landed on the floor with a thud from my hands as the door abruptly burst open and a shadow stepped in.

"Sydney!"

My shoulders drooped and my legs almost gave as I breathed out in relief.

"Grace!" I called in an admonishing tone. I shone my torch on her face. She was grinning widely, the excitement wafting off her in many folds. "What's got you so hyped up?" I asked as she took more steps closer to me.

"Come with me," she took my hands and dragged you both outside.

"You wouldn't believe this. I saw a super handsome guy at the bar," she rambled on as I locked the door. "And guess what? He's Italian." She literally jumped as she said it, her feet lifted off a few inches from the floor.

She linked our arms immediately I finished locking the door, "I came back specifically to get you. Sister's got your back, right?!"

I laughed at her dramatics. All this rush of excitement just because she saw a handsome Italian guy? But I pulled her closer and gave a kiss on the cheeks.