"Are you absolutely sure the call was legit?" I asked, pacing around my office while Cherry and Vera tracked me with their eyes.
"I checked," Cherry nodded, her pink hair bobbing. "The number matches the official Sinclair Enterprises contact line. It's legitimate, Hazel."
Vera leaned against my desk, arms crossed. "You literally have no idea who the Sinclairs are, do you?"
I stopped pacing. "Should I?"
"They're beyond elite," she explained. "They don't appear in magazines or attend public events. They own half the tech patents in the country and have their fingers in national defense contracts."
"And they want me to design a dress?" I frowned. "It doesn't make sense."
My phone rang again. I snatched it up nervously. "Hazel Shaw speaking."
"Ms. Shaw, Walter Reed from the Sinclair Estate again," came the polite voice. "I wanted to confirm tomorrow's appointment and address any concerns you might have."