412 A Cocky Woman

"Ken."

A slim woman approached, her sharp heels clicking against the polished floor. She wore a tight, purple dress with a fur shawl draped across her shoulders. Her makeup was so thick that her natural features were almost impossible to discern, and her perfume was overpowering, filling the air with an overly strong scent.

Ken's face immediately changed when he saw her. He stood up, wearing a faint smile that did not reach his eyes, and his gaze was full of disdain. "Oh, it's manager Miller. What brings you here?"

The woman, known as manager Cathy Miller, cast a condescending glance at Emily. "So, you must be the designer the boss hired with so much effort and money—Miranda, the winner of the Pritzker Prize?"

"Yes," Ken nodded, "This is Miranda."

"Miranda, nice to meet you." Cathy Miller extended her hand for a handshake. Emily smiled politely and was about to shake her hand, but Cathy pulled her hand away abruptly, leaving Emily in an awkward position with her hand frozen in the air