Olivia raised her head, gazing at the towering Kralligimiz building in front of her. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm the nervousness that had settled within her.This was her first day working at the large company, and Olivia honestly didn't feel very confident. Not because she doubted her ability to work hard—oh, she was very sure of that. But she lacked confidence in other aspects, different goals that had brought her this far.Pessimistic questions filled her mind. What if Granny Claire's prediction was wrong, and Ignazio never intended to return to Kralligimiz? Weren't there too many memories between Ignazio, Gretta, and Kralligimiz?Gretta might not have been a Kralligimiz artist. But before Ignazio eventually convinced Gretta to marry him, he had pursued her to make his late wife an artist. According to the story Olivia heard from Granny Claire, Gretta had a remarkably sweet voice, and as a producer, Ignazio wanted to promote Gretta as a singer. That's
During lunchtime, they went down to the Kralligimiz cafeteria. Like any regular lunch hour, the extremely spacious cafeteria was almost filled with people. Olivia was momentarily surprised because the people she saw were not ordinary individuals but rather celebrities, actors, and rising singers whose faces she usually only saw on her phone and TV screen.If she couldn't control herself, she might have hysterically cheered, going from table to table asking for autographs. However, Olivia tried to restrain herself, keeping her gaze down so as not to stare and keeping her mouth shut."Isn't that Chatra?" Olivia asked Lorraine.Lorraine, who was putting food on her plate, turned her head in the direction where Olivia was looking. With indifference, Lorraine nodded her head."Is he one of Kralligimiz's alumni singers too?" Olivia asked, curious.Lorraine shook her head. "He's here because of a work contract; he's from a different talent agency. He works under Biantara's Group," Lorraine r
On Wednesday, as per the agreement Olivia and Granny Claire had made, Olivia remained responsible for taking care of Ignazio's penthouse. Last night, as she was getting ready to sleep, Granny Claire stopped Olivia and told her to inform Ignazio that she worked at Kralligimiz if Ignazio were to inquire. Olivia didn't understand why she had to say that, as if Ignazio would be curious about her job. Even though Granny Claire now placed Olivia at Kralligimiz with the assumption that Ignazio would return to work and she would be the bridge between Gianna and Ignazio, Olivia never thought Ignazio would be interested in her affairs.Granny Claire also told Olivia not to clean Ignazio's penthouse alone and just be a supervisor, but Olivia refused again because cleaning Ignazio's residence had become one of her habits. She also mentioned that she needed to move a lot because after two days of working and studying with Lorraine, she spent most of her time sitting, which made her usually active
This wasn't the first time Olivia had cleaned Ignazio's room. In the past, when the penthouse was inhabited by Meizar, Rayyan, or other Quirino family members who simply used it as a place to sleep, Olivia had gotten used to cleaning it. But back then, the room was always empty, and the air felt thick and cold. However, this time, Olivia sensed something different.Of course, the difference was very clear. In the past, Ignazio's bed was never touched because no one dared to use it, so whenever Olivia cleaned, she only dusted off the bedsheets. But now, Olivia could see the imprints of Ignazio's sleep. The blanket was disheveled, and the pillow still bore the marks from being slept on all night. For some reason, seeing it made Olivia smile.Additionally, Olivia could smell a pleasant fragrance in the room. Whether it was the scent of the soap Ignazio used still lingering in the air or his cologne, Olivia didn't know. One thing was for sure—it wasn't an air freshener scent.Olivia opene
"When will you clean this place again?" Olivia nailed her gaze at Ignazio, looking puzzled. "Saturday?" she asked hesitantly. Her schedule for cleaning Ignazio's penthouse was indeed on Saturdays, but she wasn't sure whether she would come in the morning or afternoon because on weekends she had a class schedule, and Gianna also had a school break, so usually in the morning, Olivia would accompany her to play. "Is there something you need?" Olivia inquired. Perhaps Ignazio was asking because he needed her assistance. "You can ask for my help anytime, Sir. No need to wait for me to come on Saturday. "She said again, offering. Like it or not, it was her duty to serve Ignazio because she was there for that purpose, even though until now Ignazio might not be aware of it. Olivia still looked at Ignazio, waiting for an answer. Meanwhile, he remained silent in his place, looking confused. "If you need anything, the office number is on the desk. There you will be connected to Lorraine, Me
Upon reaching their destination, they went straight to the bookstore. Olivia followed Gianna with a shopping basket in hand. While Gianna chose coloring books, Olivia looked for her own reading materials. It was then that she felt her phone vibrate. Olivia frowned as she looked at her phone screen. The caller displayed was a completely unfamiliar number. In her mind, she wondered who could be calling her. Considering that Olivia didn't have many acquaintances, and she was cautious about sharing her phone number with strangers. "Hello?" Olivia greeted as an opening remark. "Is this Olivia?" a man's voice echoed from a distance. Olivia furrowed her brow, feeling like she recognized the voice, but from where? "Yes, I'm Olivia. Sorry, who is this?" Olivia asked, puzzled. "It's me, Ignazio," the caller replied, causing Olivia to widen her eyes instantly. She glanced at Gianna, who was still engrossed in sorting through her coloring books. What was this? Why was he calling her now? O
A few moments before Olivia arrived, Ignazio stepped out of his room upon hearing the sound of his penthouse doorbell. Confident that the person arriving was Olivia, Ignazio opened the door without checking who the guest was. His forehead immediately furrowed when he saw the unfamiliar young woman standing there, smiling sweetly at him."Sorry, who are you?" Ignazio asked the girl who continued to smile at him.The girl's eyes widened, looking at Ignazio in disbelief before sighing in annoyance. "You don't recognize me?" She asked Ignazio, pouting as if frustrated.Ignazio was still trying to remember. In his mind, maybe the person in front of him was someone he had known in the past. He tried to delve into his memories but couldn't identify who this person was."It's me, Ayeleen!" The girl exclaimed with a slightly higher pitch and a frustrated look. "I'm Gretta's younger sister," she continued when Ignazio still seemed confused.Boom! Ignazio's heart suddenly throbbed painfully. Tha
The voice, gentle, soft, and tender, entered Ignazio's ears, sending strange vibrations throughout his body, causing Ignazio's heart to somehow race faster, and his eyes suddenly welled up.Ignazio averted his gaze, trying to hide the sudden feelings of emotion and guilt that he felt out of nowhere. Back then, when he left her, the girl's figure was still a small, red baby. Her head was no bigger than Ignazio's palm, and all the baby could do was cry loudly.The memory of the faint cries of that baby when he left without any feelings five years ago was vivid in Ignazio's mind."Sorry, Sir. I have to take Gianna to the bathroom," Olivia said, asking for permission as she quickly took Gianna into the penthouse, passing by Ignazio, who was still standing in his place.Ignazio paused for a moment, smelling the distinct fragrance of children mixed with Olivia's faint perfume as they passed. At the same time, Olivia also paused when she saw the familiar figure standing in the middle of the