"Actually, you could ask Professor Holden to give you some advice," Ivy Holden said, putting her pencil down.
"Professor Holden has already been very good to me. I'd feel bad bothering him with this stuff."
"You need to learn to be a little more thick-skinned." Ivy Holden smiled.
"..." Issac Sutton's heart fluttered, and his breathing grew uneven.
Irving Jacobs seized the opportunity to jump in. "Lady Eden, the assistant we found for you is here. She was originally scheduled to go with you to Winsor Jewelry yesterday, but..."
"It's fine. I left in a hurry and didn't wait for her. Where is she?" Ivy Holden turned languidly and leaned against the piano.
"I'll go get her." Irving Jacobs turned and left, returning a moment later with a tall young woman. "This is her. Her name is Phoebe Buck, a graduate of Faelan Vocational College."
