The Spare Wife

Chapter 55 There’s a Camera

This segment was a competition between the designers‘ different styles. There was no size restriction for the canvas, and every designer could come up with a draft of their own imagination. according to their understanding of their model’s style.

Since it was a live show about professionals, there was barely any fluff. The screen time was almost all for the contestants. They would have to hand in their first draft before four in the afternoon, and then they would start a discussion and merge things together,

In other words, the designers needed a lot of alone time to gain their inspiration. As the assistant, Abigail had to talk to the models and ask for their measurements to make things easier during the discussion. She and Luna weren’t in the same venue, so she didn’t have time to come up with

another sketch.

Once the host was gone, things in the hall got livelier. The designers were talking about the concept. Abigail was worried, but all she could do was follow Joan to her room. She then took out her notebook and tape measure. “Miss Palmer, I’ll need to take your measurements.”

Joan was in no hurry. Before the cameraman could come in, she leaned on the door and looked at Abigail. “Did Luna meet up with Sean last night? Tell me the truth, and I’ll give you fifteen grand.”

That’s probably her annual salary.

Abigail paused for a moment, then she looked at Joan calmly. “No. Mr. Graham is not her

tea.” Man, she thinks everyone likes Sean.

cup

of

at all, and her gaze turned icy. No one here, so I don’t have to hide myself. She put on a scornful look. “So, you want more? Fine. How about seventy–five grand?” She

not affect you.”

bully

Abigail.

welled up in Abigail’s heart. “It’s not about the money, Miss

a better studio even if Luna fires you. You don’t want to

Joan scoffed.

“What’s wrong with that? I mean, someone’s willing to pay me seventy- five grand.” She’d rather refuse the money than collude with this woman. In fact, Joan was willing to give her that

humiliated, and she shoved Abigail away. “Trying to annoy me, are

she looked at Joan, but she held her tongue.

measurements, that woman took two steps back, contempt flaring in her eyes. “Did you even wash your hands? And is that tape clean? Buy a new one.

to catch any

this woman and stomp on

to be assigned as her teammates, Abigail

design her clothes. She’s not even an

one.

a resort. I’ll just tell the production team that you won’t be taking part in

longer polite.

a bad attitude, and you’re unprofessional. I

She