Having previously been employed at D.S Jewelry, she held a familiarity with the artisans nestled within


    its confines. While their craftsmanship undoubtedly possessed its merits, it paled inparison to the


    exquisite artistry showcased by the artisans of the Thomas Group.


    During the inception of her prior creations, she held a thoughtful deliberation, factoring in the artisans’


    capabilities. This approach ensured not only the realization of her designs but also the ease with which


    the craftsmen could bring them to life.


    Yet with Swan Kiss’s design, she disregarded such constraints, leaving only the adept craftsmen


    capable of its realization.


    Rising to her feet, Millie approached Nancy’s office door and gently rapped upon it.


    Nancy’s office door stood ajar, affording a glimpse to Millie as Nancy’s gaze briefly met hers.


    “What’s going on?” Nancy inquired, her tone curious.


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    “Have youe to plead for mercy, fearing defeat at my hands?”


    Millie entered, her presence asserting itself, and with aposed demeanor, she spoke.


    “Forgive any misconception, but I’m here to discuss Swan Kiss.”


    A subtle frown creased Nancy’s brow involuntarily, her guard subtly ascending.


    “If Swan Kiss is your topic, direct your discussion to D.S Jewelry,”


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    Nancy replied firmly.


    Millie shrugged nonchntly before stating, “Humphrey, your boyfriend, happens to oversee D.S


    Jewelry. My point being, despite Swan Kiss being associated with D.S Jewelry, isn’t it urate to say


    that its production eludes your capabilities?”


    “How about we continue this conversation at the downstairs coffee shop? I believe I have a solution to


    your predicament,” Millie proposed.


    With a decisive pivot, Millie retraced her steps and departed. A calcted gamble rested in her actions


    — she wagered that Nancy would be drawn to follow.


    Clutching the pen, Nancy conceded. Millie was urate — Swan Kiss’s beauty was undeniable, but its


    intricate details posed a formidable challenge for the craftsmen.


    Amidst the production, a cascade of precious materials met wastage, with no single product emerging


    as a testament to their efforts. A profound loss indeed. Humphrey embarked on a quest far and wide,


    seeking skilled artisans to bridge this ring gap.


    Within the confines of the downstairs coffee shop, the duo settled into their seats, positioned across


    from one another.


    Millie retrieved a pen, the delicate scratching of ink upon paper ensuing as she inscribed a phone


    number onto her notebook. Swiftly, she tore the page, folding it with a practiced ease.


    “Behold, the ndestine artisan’s contact details,” Millie disclosed, extending the folded paper towards


    Nancy.


    “He possesses the prowess to bring Swan Kiss to life.”


    “Why share this revtion with me?” Nancy inquired, a hint of curiosity in her tone.


    “It’s hard for me to believe that you’re acting out of kindness,” Nancy added, her skepticism evident.


    Millie’s Lips curved into a smile.