Two days later, Violet officially reported to Edward’s studio in Tribeca.The front area doubled as a reception and display space, with a large glass cabinet showcasing Edward’s watches and restored pieces. Behind that, separated by the glass, was the main workshop.The receptionist led Violet through.Four big workbenches were arranged in two rows, close enough that people could talk without raising their voices. Aside from Edward, there were four others in the room, each bent over their own projects. Precision tools, magnifying lamps, and trays of tiny screws covered every table.The air smelled faintly of metal and oil—an odd mix that Violet, strangely, found comforting. She inhaled a little deeper. Some people just liked smells others couldn’t stand.“Mr. Hale, Miss Violet’s here,” the receptionist called out.Edward immediately looked up from a pile of sketches, his face lighting up. “AH, perfect timing—welcome! Come, let me introduce you.”He gave her a quick tour around the wor
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