Killian's POV
"Sir," My secretary called as soon as he entered my office. I raised my head from the laptop in front of me, my curious gaze fixated on him.
I observed a brown file in his palm and watched as he walked in my direction, his shoes clacking across the tiles. I set the laptop down and gave him my undivided attention.
"What is it?"I inquired with raised eyebrows, and he offered the file to me with a serious expression on his face. I recall telling him to look up information about Raquel.
"Sit!" I instructed, and he sat in front of me, still holding the file out to me.
"Sir. This is the report I was able to obtain about Raquel." He revealed, and I took the file from him, with curiosity hovering over my features.
Opening the file, I took out a piece of paper, my gaze fixed on its contents as I read between the lines.
"Miss Raquel as we all know is a renowned designer from Paris. She became famous seven years ago. Her excellent design talents and beauty landed her a position at
