George leaned across the desk, and pulled an old fashioned fountain pen from his pocket, "Oh you can do it my dear, see, here," and he drew a few quick lines over her sketch, highlighting the stone and the setting, the clean lines and elegant shaping of the rings, "you see, just a few refinements, and you have a thing of beauty, that you created."
He looked up at Spencer, "It takes time to find these gems, the very least we can do is enhance them properly, with the right settings and the proper materials."
Spencer chuckled, knowing full well that George was not talking about stones, but about Jazz, "Point taken, but, I do not want her pressured into anything you here me Hazeldene? I will consider that an encroachment too far on our good relationship."
He looked at Jazz, "If you want a secondment to this delightful termagent of an old git, feel free, but if you'd rather get your degree first, that's your choice, I feel confident that if you haggle hard enough you will get the deal that pleases you, me, and slightly frustrates George, all at the same time!" He snickered, almost evilly, "Good luck old boy, you're gonna need lots of it!"