“It's similar to Valeria's in layout," she explained.

Rosalynn glanced at her wristwatch, offering, “I'm free now. We could head over to your place and take measurements."

"No need. I trust your vision. Style it the way you did Valeria's," the woman replied.

Rosalynn's mind wandered back to the previous clients that Valeria had referred to her.

They were the type of clients who didn't require site visits. Instead, they would provide the Layout of their apartments and request direct designs.

Happy to accept the task, Rosalynn nodded.

“Sure thing, I'll get on it.

"Deal sealed." The woman gathered her purse, rising from the plush seat.

“Rosalynn, I'm in a rush to move into my new apartment. Can I jump ahead in the queue? Perhaps you could fast-track the design drafts?"

Assuming the woman was one of Valeria's connections, Rosalynn offered her a warm, promising smile.

"Rest assured, I'll prioritize your project."

“Excellent. Let's take care of the deposit then."

"Certainly."

Rosalynn waved discreetly to summon the receptionist, who promptly swooped in to manage the transaction.

Valeria's referrals were Like the wind in Rosalynn's sails. Thanks to her, her business was thriving.

Once the woman had disappeared into the day, Rosalynn plunged back into work. She finalized an ongoing design and started sketching the first draft for her newest client.

Around noon, her phone vibrated. It was Keegan

“Rosalynn, I'm in a bit of a spot.”

Keegan in trouble was hardly newsworthy.

“Alright. What's up?“ Rosalynn asked.

“Do me a favor and meet me at Utopia Cafe. You need to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

Pretend to be his girlfriend?