Emma Hart laughed softly, pulling Amelia Davidson's arm as they walked naturally and intimately towards the design department. "Oh, please, I'm just trying to help her out since she's new. It's not about feeling any special kinship. But what about you? It's been ages since you've been here!"
"I've been busy making big bucks, of course," Amelia Davidson replied proudly, never shy about her love for money. She seemed to believe that having enough money was the only security she needed, and nothing else mattered.
"It's always about the money with you," Emma teased, pretending to be upset. "You don't even come to hang out anymore."
Amelia poked Emma's puffed cheek, "You know, at this design department, it's really just you I miss. By the way, I heard you were sick last time I visited. What happened?"
