The receptionist glanced at Amelia and immediately remembered who she was, standing still and indifferent.
“Do you have an employee ID or an appointment? Otherwise they won’t let you in.”
There it was again!
Amelia frowned and put one hand on the table with her free hand, her tone unkind.
“Don’t you understand human language? I said President Roach told me to come here, if you don’t let me in, can you afford the consequences?”
“Sorry, this is our studio’s rule.”
The receptionist gave her a professional fake smile and then turned her head to continue working on her nail art.
Before Amelia could say anything else, the intercom on her desk rang.
The receptionist immediately changed her face and picked up the phone, smiling and narrowing her eyes.
“Hello, President Roach, what can I do for you?”
“What? Yes, there is indeed a person, got it.”
The receptionist’s face got worse the further back she went, and finally hung up the phone and went straight back to fiddling with her nails, saying reluctantly.
“Go in.”
Amelia burst into glee, knocking down on the table, her tone mocking.
“Now you know my relationship with your President Roach, remember me, I’ll be back more often.”
After saying that, she carried her big bag into the studio.
The receptionist gave a blank look at Amelia’s back, full of disgust.
It was only because of President Roach’s face that she was pretending to be a tiger in front of her, and she really thought she was an onion.
Amelia entered the studio and then really felt the gap, the decoration here is better than any company she had been in before a hundred times.
If she could work here, or just become the boss of …
She thought about it, but finally came around to Matthew Grant, this is the prerequisite for her to achieve her goal.
A man in uniform stood in Amelia’s way, with a professional smile and a detached tone.
“I’m sorry, we don’t allow delivery people in here.”
“Ah, I’m not a delivery person, your President Roach here asked me to come and bring some things along.”
The man’s face changed, and although his face was still smiling, it just oozed with scrutiny and contempt, still blocking the spot without moving.
Isabel waited for half a day without seeing Amelia come up, and when she came out of the office door, she saw her being blocked by a man in front of her.
“Let her in, I told her to come.”
This statement directly made the person like a new person, nodded several times, “Yes, yes.”
Amelia peacefully entered the office under the eyes of everyone in the office, even the curvature of her mouth raised could not be suppressed.
“Come on in.” Isabel took the Starbucks in her hand and sounded apologetic, “I’m really bothering you, and making you run with so much stuff.”
“What’s the point, we’re so close, and we’re talking about this.”
Amelia’s mouth responded, but her eyes were drawn to the jewelry.
The jewelry was much more expensive than the necklace Blanca Roach had given her last time, not to mention its design.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Isabel saw her gaze and pursed her lips, “It’s all designed by Blanca.”
Amelia nodded, saw a room full of waiting models, and tried to exit.
“I just met someone outside, she looked like she was quite angry and left in a huff.”
Isabel opened the packages of coffee and snacks on the floor one by one and frowned slightly, her tone casual.
“Nothing much, she was just a model who came to apply for a job and insisted on wearing the main model of jewelry, and left without bringing it.”