She'd also changed clothes and applied fresh, flawless makeup.
As she walked toward me, the subtle waft of expensive perfume told me she'd even had time for a shower.
"Miss Amara," I greeted her with a professional smile.
Amara returned a smile that showed no sign of her earlier meltdown. "The Chairman asked me to deliver some documents."
"I see."
"About your dress--how much was it? I'll send you the money now."
"Don't worry about it," I said with a wave, my tone light. "It was only eight thousand dollars." Let that number sink in.
Amara pulled out her phone for a moment. "I insist on paying for what I ruined. I've sent the money."
I exchanged a few polite pleasantries while my phone buzzed with a transfer confirmation.
The dress had actually cost half that amount--the rest was pa
