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Chris chuckled under his breath at Adriella's accusations, slowly getting used to her attitude. "No, you're doing a fine job," he said, picking up a pile of clothes and putting it back into a bag to be sold to a store. "Sorry that you have to see that family squabble. I love my cousin but sometimes I think she just likes to push my buttons to see what I'll do." He set the bag to the side of the table and began to spread out the different fabric swatches Wendy had brought over the table in a line. He put the embroidered satin in the middle to contrast it with the other samples.

"Since you're going to be my assistant, why don't you take a break and come over here to give me your honest opinion about these samples." He emphasized the word honest and would look up to meet her eyes then to make sure she got the message. "I like getting other opinions about stuff before I put too much effort into designing something. These are for evening gowns." He backed up to scrutinize the samples, chin in his hand as his eyes scanned over the different textiles and patterns. If she protested or refused to come down he would ignore her, too lost in his thoughts to realize her reluctance.