CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Miss De-Laurent, your workshop portfolio is quite... unconventional,” said the man in the tailored grey suit, flipping through Eleanor’s project file. “But the precision, the finish... impressive.”
The client—Mr. Landon was a slim man in his fifties with a designer suit and stress permanently embedded in his forehead
“Thank you, sir,” Eleanor said, keeping her posture tall. “I take pride in making things that last.”
“Good. This renovation project at the Royal Exchange needs that level of detail. It’s a prestigious contract. And a substantial paycheck.”
Her stomach fluttered. This was it—the kind of contract that could fix half their financial worries.
“We’ll be collaborating with a separate team overseeing architecture and structural execution. You’ll meet them short
