Reyna’s POV
A flicker of anticipation runs through me as Cassian guides me toward Peter Hartley and Mikhail. This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. Cassian’s presence is a comfort, I know his introduction will open doors that would otherwise remain closed.
Mr. Hartley, this is my business partner, Reyna. She was hoping for a moment of your time to discuss a matter regarding the model, Zoey.
He takes a step back. Peter Hartley turns his attention to me, and I’m struck by his commanding presence. “Who is Zoey?”
“Mr. Hartley, Zoey was the talented model who previously endorsed Opal Group’s jewelry. There was a last–minute scheduling delay that unfortunately led to the cancellation of the shoot, and we believe there may have been some misunderstandings surrounding the incident.”
Mr. Hartley considers this for a moment before turning to his son. “Is that so?”
Jeremy Hartley meets my gaze, his expression thoughtful. “Yes, I remember Zoey. We selected her for her unique aesthetic that aligns with our international campaigns.”
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Mr. Hartley, we feel there may have been external factors that influenced the final decision. Zoey deeply regrets the incident and holds the Opal Group in the highest regard. She was hoping you might consider giving her another chance.
I then turn to include Mikhail. “And of course, you as well, Mr. Voloshin.”
It is Mikhail who responds, “Who do you believe influenced the situation?”
I choose my words carefully, not wanting to cast direct blame. “I can’t say for certain, Mr. Voloshin. But the circumstances seemed to shift so abruptly that it felt as though there might have been… external perspectives that affected the outcome.”
Mikhail nods slowly, then explains in a clear, Il manner. “I appreciate your position. However, the decision was ultimately the director’s. The concerns were about professionalism,
punctuality and on–set conduct. These are non–negotiable for
us.”
Jeremy echoes this sentiment with a polite firmness. “I must concur with Mr. Voloshin. The Opal Group has certain standards that must be met consistently.”
“Mr. Hartley, Mr. Voloshin, I understand completely. The Opal Group’s reputation for excellence is paramount. Thank you both for your time.”
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I feel a pang of disappointment, but I need to retreat with whatever dignity I have left. I’m not going to drag myself down further for Zoey’s sake, it was her own doing.
I let Rhett lead me away to the garden, making sure to let out a heavy, distressed sigh.
Reyna, you did all you could.”
But Zoey will definitely be heartbroken. She’s my best friend… I let my voice trail off, the picture of loyal despair.
“Even among friends, there are things we can’t help with. It’s not your fault. You’re just too kind–hearted, always thinking about others and not yourself.”
I look up at him and give him a gentle smile. “Rhett, you think too highly of me.”
If only he knew, his blindness is my greatest asset.
Claire’s POV
I can’t believe we even have to be here. The Opal Group’s press conference is stuffy and boring, and everyone is so pretentious. At least mom and Aunt Natalie are here, since Grandpa was too old to come.
It’s so unfair that he gets to skip these things, and I can’t even invite one of my friends.
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Mom looks okay, I guess, in the white dress that’s not too different from what she usually wears, but that emerald necklace is seriously impressive. And Aunt Natalie just had to wear her usual career–woman uniform, a white blouse and a black pencil skirt. So predictable.
But then I see her. Gemma. Standing next to Cassian like she actually belongs there. And she looks happy and radiant by his side. It’s disgusting!
She seems even more polished and refined than she did a few weeks ago, which is just wrong. She should be looking haggard
and miserable!
But damn, her jewelry… My eyes practically pop out of my
head.
That’s the globally limited edition botanical set from the Opal Group’s featured jeweler! I tried to get that! I stayed up all night trying to order it the second it launched, and it sold out instantly. I even tried to pay some sketchy reseller a fortune, but I couldn’t even get on a waiting list!
It’s not fair!
“Mom, look at her necklace!” I whine, tugging on her arm. I can’t keep the envy out of my voice.
“That necklace… It’s the one you liked, Mom. I don’t know how
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Gemma managed to get that set. She’s so lucky!”
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It’s just not right. Someone like her doesn’t deserve something that exclusive. Aunt Natalie narrows her eyes, and I can tell she’s jealous too.
“How do you know her set is genuine?” she asks, her voice all snippy.
Oh. I hadn’t thought of that, actually.
There are a lot of fakes going around, ans some of them look really convincing.
“Mom, are you saying… Gemma’s wearing a fake?” The idea makes me feel a little better… of course she must be wearing a knock off, like the fake scamming bitch she is.
“Only three sets like that exist in the whole world,” Mom says, swirling her champagne like she’s some wise oracle. “And only one was sold domestically to a wealthy buyer who preferred to remain anonymous. Do you think that person could be Gemma?”
She has a point. It’s completely unbelievable!
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