“ Do you know who I am? Who the hell is the designer behind your collections?!” Talia screamed at Chara.

“ I’m sorry but that is information, too sensitive to be shared.” Chara replied curtly. She recognised Talia, but refused to let her walk over her.

“ How much would it cost?” Talia asked in a huff, and pulled out a wad of cash from her designer bag, “ Just spill it.” She seethed.

“ I’m sorry ma’am. We do not sell out our partners or clients at Soul Shoes.” She gritted, annunciating every word. Gesturing to the door, she added, “ If that is all, I’d like to get...