Chapter 83

I looked down as the gears in my mind turned. All I had to do was wash Edison's clothes. It was a good deal—exchanging my freedom for the studio's peace. "Deal," I said and turned to go to the second floor. I wanted to complete the design that day. Before getting chemotherapy, I promised my business partner, Flynn Levy, that I would give him the design for the private gig. However, I was injured from the incident and could only give him the draft. When my chemotherapy ended, I received a text from him. "I improved your draft and submitted it to the client. They're happy with it and have asked us to design five more outfits in a similar style. The designs are to be submitted within this month." The text message touched me because I knew he was trying to help me look for jobs to make more money. Hence, I promised I would submit the designs by the end of the month. As soon as I returned to my bedroom, I quickly retrieved my tablet and stylus pen to start working. When I went downst