The media bombarded her with questions, all focused on Clara Knox's wrist.
Harper Jewelry's quarterly new items were notoriously difficult to acquire in the fashion world; anyone able to wear their latest piece could boast about it for a month. Now, a singular item was no longer so unique, being worn by an obscure designer before its official launch.
It seemed unfair to everyone.
Facing a sea of microphones, Clara Knox's hands were sweating nervously. If she'd known how tricky these reporters' questions would be, she wouldn't have worn it this morning. That impeccably upright Edward Harper wouldn't show favoritism, and now he was getting a reputation for giving employees preferential treatment, tarnishing his industry image.
Compared to Clara Knox, Edward Harper remained unusually calm.
He curved his lips into a smile, and what he did next stunned everyone.
Under the cameras, he took Clara Knox's hand and intertwined his fingers with hers, saying to the media,