“ Do you know who I am? Who the hell is the designer behind your collections?!” Talia screamed at Chara.
“ I’m sorry but that is information, too sensitive to be shared.” Chara replied curtly. She recognised Talia, but refused to let her walk over her.
“ How much would it cost?” Talia asked in a huff, and pulled out a wad of cash from her designer bag, “ Just spill it.” She seethed.
“ I’m sorry ma’am. We do not sell out our partners or clients at Soul Shoes.” She gritted, annunciating every word. Gesturing to the door, she added, “ If that is all, I’d like to get back to my duties, please.”
“ Are you asking me out?” Talia couldn’t believe her eyes. She took off her shades, trying to prove a point. “ I am Talia Steele. The head designer of Steele-Shoes. Are you sure you want me out of your shabby office, Chara?” She asked again, reading off her name in a distasteful tone.