Being the brand director of MQ Clothing, Sabrina could replace anyone but Galilea.

They had no choice but to tolerate her haughty behavior, even if she acted Like a diva.

Sabrina swiftly unlocked her phone, dialed Julia's number, and called her.

A ring was heard, followed by a beep.

The call had been abruptly ended.

Bettie, taken aback and then irritated, grumbled, “They're crossing the line. They don't even respect you because they have Mr. Blakely backing them."

Sabrina patiently waited for a return call or even a text, but none came.

So, she dialed Julia's number again.

No sooner had she made the call than it was disconnected once more.

Several more attempts to reach them were futile.

Sabrina finally tucked her phone away and said to Aylin and Bettie, "I'm guessing they'll show up by lunchtime at the latest. You guys can head out. I'LL let you know when they get here."

Sabrina had seen it all in her years of dealing with clients. She had a fair idea of Julia's game plan on the day of their collaboration.

"I've been in this industry for years but this is a first," Bettie scoffed. "A couple of years overseas and she thinks she's royalty. She hasn't even bagged any significant awards or produced anything noteworthy. I can't believe she's so full of herself here."

"Don't let it get to you. We can grab dinner another day. My treat. I apologize for the inconvenience," Sabrina said.

"Then we'll go back first."

With that, Bettie and Aylin bid Sabrina farewell and left the venue.

Sabrina stayed back, requesting her assistant to bring her laptop. She decided to get some work done in the lounge.

Suddenly, Sabrina heard a commotion outside. A quick look at her watch told her it was already half past eleven.

She was right about their arrival time.

In that moment, her assistant knocked on the door. "Ms. Clifford and her team have arrived."

"Alright, noted."

Sabrina shut down her laptop, stretched a bit, leisurely put her laptop in her bag and then made her way out of the lounge.

On seeing Sabrina, Julia approached her with a smile. "I apologize. We had an unplanned morning meeting that ran over. My assistant was handling my phone and failed to tell me about your call. I'll deal with him. I'm truly sorry."

Yet her face gave away no signs of remorse.

"Apologies, Sabrina. The meeting was unexpected," Galilea chimed in.