The call was from Cedric, a client who had commissioned her for a design.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Perez. Your design isn't ready yet," Rosalynn informed him.

Cedric's voice rose in volume.

“Not ready yet? Are you refusing my commission?"

“No. I mentioned earlier that I've been rather busy these past couple of days," Rosalynn explained.

"I need to see the design by tomorrow, or I'll take up the matter with your manager."

Cedric's tone was stern, and he abruptly ended the call.

Rosalynn furrowed her brow slightly.

The design Cedric wanted was quite vague.

He merely requested something simple and elegant.

Given that, she wouldn't need much time to create a basic design.

At lunchtime, a delivery arrived for Maggie.

Maggie Looked puzzled.

“For me?"

She hadn't ordered anything.

The delivery was from a renowned hotel.

“Are you Maggie Shear?" the delivery person asked.

“Yes, that's me.”

“Then this is for you."

The delivery person promptly left after delivering his message.

Just as Maggie wondered who could've sent it, her phone rang.

It was a call from Sanford.