Arnold Simmons reached out and pinched her slightly puffed cheeks, smiling, "Something only a little girl would like."
Seeing that he didn't want it, Hannah took it back and chose an orange flavored one, popping it into her mouth. She saved the other piece for later, with a voice both tender and soft, "I'm just a little girl, no matter how old I am."
She lifted her chin, a face full of childlike willfulness.
Arnold Simmons leaned over, couldn't help but reach out to pinch that pouted red lip, and gave it a light kiss before pulling back slightly, "Didn't you say you hired a new employee?"
Hannah had her own studio.
With her rising popularity over the years, her personal studio had become a hotspot for collaboration within the industry, with a large number of resumes sent in every year from people hoping to land a job there.
Of course, there were also many who sought to get in through connections or other people's recommendations.