But Zara had seen right through it the moment she looked at that photograph. Beneath that sweetness lay a stubbornness—a relentless determination that wouldn't stop until it hit a brick wall.
She pulled her gaze away. She had half a mind to tell Juniper about that encounter, but she was naturally aloof and preferred not to meddle in other people's karma.
So, when she dropped Juniper off at the neighborhood, she rolled down the window and said earnestly, "I'll ship the jewelry over as soon as I get back."
"Okay, thank you for the ride."
Zara opened her mouth, hesitating for a second, but ultimately just rolled the window back up.
Never mind.
Juniper lowered her gaze. By seven that evening, a courier delivered over thirty pieces of jewelry. They ranged in value from a couple of thousand to well over ten thousand dollars. Zara had agreed to take a thirty-percent loss on these heavy gold pieces, practically handing Juniper a massive favor.
The studio erupted in gasps of awe.
"Juniper, where on earth did you find a client like this?"
Juniper was currently working with the appraiser to set the prices, strictly adhering to Zara's request to price them at a third below market value.
The appraiser couldn't help but marvel, "This batch is going to sell instantly. You won't find prices like this at any other consignment house. We have enough here to run at least two full livestreams. You're amazing, Juniper."
Juniper herself hadn't expected Zara to send so much. Relieved, she sent a sincere thank-you message on WeChat, adding that she'd treat her to dinner when she had time.
Zara replied with a single word: "Sure."
The rest of the team continued to praise Juniper. This batch of inventory had solved their most urgent crisis. Selling at such low prices would effortlessly drive massive traffic to their stream, boosting their follower count. Once they built a base of loyal fans, they wouldn't have to worry about traffic ever again.

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