"No," Charlotte said crisply, folding her arms with the kind of finality that usually came with eviction notices or marriage annulments.
Olivia raised an eyebrow. "You just turned down a multi-million-dollar wellness branding deal from Langley."
Charlotte sipped her ginger and beetroot tea like it was vodka. "I don't have time. There's a final round of competition tomorrow, I want the best condition to prepare for the final challenge."
"She offered to fly in a molecular cuisine team from Madrid, There is even a very powerful team of scientists and nutritionists. You will be in charge of everything." Olivia added casually. "You could've at least heard her pitch."
"She could fly in Jesus and the Twelve Apostles, I still wouldn't meet her unless she walks into my kitchen wearing gloves and humility."
"Which she absolutely won't," Olivia sighed. "So you're just... ignoring her?"
Charlotte shrugged. "Let the woman stew in her own ego consommé."
