Emily just adjusted the tie of her hair, then got back to her tasks, focusing on the matters at hand. With Oliver away from his office, she took the opportunity to place his lunch on his desk before heading to the cafeteria for her meal. As she entered the cafeteria, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being observed. The gazes of her colleagues made her increasingly uncomfortable. Spotting Bella and Jayce at a nearby table, Emily seized the chance to escape the uncomfortable attention. Carrying her tray of food, she hurried over to join them. Bella's grin spread across her face, "Emily, oh my goodness, you look amazing without the glasses! It's a whole new vibe, and I'm loving it. Now, I understand why you are being that talk of the workers on the lower floor" Emily sighed frustratedly, "I am? Shit," “Why? That’s not a bad thing” “It is. I never want to be the main character of rumors” Emily grumbled, taking a sip of her juice. “Don't worry, I am sure there is new gossip th
Emily adjusted her jacket and smiled as she admired the final touch of lipstick. Grabbing her bag and keys, she stepped outside, making sure her apartment was securely locked. Dressed in a long brown skirt, and a plain black shirt, complemented by Dr. Marten’s boots and a matching jacket, she prepared to walk towards her car. Suddenly, a luxurious vehicle pulled up, causing her brows to furrow in confusion. It was an Aston Martin car. A car that she doubted would belong to her humble neighborhood. The window of the car smoothly rolled down, revealing her boss—none other than Oliver Sterling. Emily blinked in disbelief. "Mr. Sterling?" she exclaimed. Oliver leaned slightly out of the car, a charming smile gracing his features. "Hey there, Ms. Collins. Need a lift?" She hurriedly walked towards his car, "Sir, what are you doing here?" "I'm here to pick you up," Oliver replied smoothly, "We've got somewhere to be first." "Somewhere? I don't know about any plans...I thought we would
The manager offered her a comforting smile, “We've selected a few ensembles we believe will suit the occasions impeccably." With a hesitant nod, she followed the manager to the fitting area, accompanied by attentive staff carrying an assortment of outfits. As Emily stepped into the first outfit which was a knitted black skirt that only reached the middle of her thighs and dark coffee turtleneck matched with a knitted blazer. The fabric enveloped her figure in ways. She has no say about the design of the clothes she knows are more knowledgeable in the fashion area than hers. Heck, she has a very bad fashion sense and her styling touch only works on Oliver and to herself. "This dress complements your complexion beautifully!," remarked one of the staff members, adjusting the neckline. "Um, excuse me," Emily hesitated, tugging at the hem of the skirt. "I think I'd prefer something a bit longer, more modest maybe?" Lauren offered a gentle smile. "I understand, Ms. Collins. Let's h
She quickly changed back into her plain clothes and glanced at the staffs, “Thank you so much” She hurriedly picked up her bag and stepped outside, searching her bag for her wallet. Seeing Oliver on the counter, she approached him, intending to settle the bill. To her astonishment, as she reached the counter, she discovered Oliver was already tucking his black card back into his wallet, while the staff efficiently packaged their selections into paper bags. "Wait, Sir, I should pay for these," Oliver glanced at her, putting back his wallet in his pants pocket, "No need, Ms. Collins. It's taken care of." Emily's eyes widened in disbelief. "But I can't let you—" "It's fine," Oliver interrupted, "Consider it as a gift” Emily was about to voice her protests again when Oliver turned to Lauren again. "While we're here, can you find me clothes that match what Ms. Collins picked out earlier?" "Absolutely, Mr. Sterling. We'll ensure they complement Ms. Collins' selections." Oliver g
"Wait, pictures? For this arrangement?" Emily repeated, feeling slightly lost. Oliver just nodded. "Yeah, photoshopped images. Jason's a whiz at that stuff," he mentioned, almost as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. "Photoshopped?" Emily couldn't hide her surprise. She was okay with it, but it was certainly not what she had expected. She had imagined they'd stage the pictures through some mock dates or something. Oliver shrugged casually, taking a sip of his drink. "Hey, I didn't realize you were thinking along those lines. Actual dates? That's a bit time-consuming, don't you think?" "Sir," she started, trying to keep a lid on her frustration, "it's just that a little heads-up would have been nice." Taking a deep breath, she resigned herself to the situation. She knew her role as Oliver's secretary often required quick acceptance of unforeseen changes. "Okay, I get it," she replied, masking her emotions with composure. “So, Sir Jason knows about it?” “Yeah, I tol
As Emily entered the guest room, a sense of relief washed over her, and she began removing the accessories and clothes with Stacy's help. Curiosity laced Stacy's voice as she couldn't help but ask, "So, what's the relationship between you and Oliver?" Emily hesitated for a moment. "We're just…uhm… business partners," Seeming a bit confused by the response, Stacy raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. Instead, she redirected her focus to assisting Emily in changing her clothes again. A few hours later, with almost all the fake dates on the list completed, they were down to the last one—a classical concert date. Emily let out a tired sigh as she reached the last set of clothes. Plopping onto the bed, she grumbled, "Do I really have to change again? I've lost count of how many outfits I've worn today." Stacy chuckled, "Come on, Ms. Collins, this is the last one,” gently pulling her up from the bed. "Alright. I'm running out of energy," Changing into the black silk dress an
As Jason made his way toward the exit, Oliver accompanied him to see him off in the hallway. "We should catch up sometime, Ollie. You owe me a drink for this and obviously for the edited photos." Oliver grinned, hands in his pants pocket, “Sure thing. Just make sure to give me at least half of the edited photos tomorrow night. My family might ask for some pics to show them. Better safe than sorry. I don't want my effort to go to waste in an instant.” “Well, you've invested in such a messy plan anyway.” “You know why I am doing this.” Jason nodded, less impressed, “Yeah, for Sophie who got you on lists of her last priority” “She has reasons” “A somewhat illogical reason.” Oliver shook his head, knowing that Jason never liked Sophie, even though she tried her best to be polite. "Anyways, thanks for today, man," Oliver said. Jason smirked, “It's not free anyway.” The two did a one-armed embrace, giving each other a friendly pat on the back. Before leaving, Jason added, "And,
The air was filled with the soft rustle of silk as Emily stood before her full-length mirror, adorned in an elegant halter-neck dark green silk dress paired with gold heels. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating the paleness of her complexion and the warmth of her ginger hair. Despite the backless design revealing more skin than she was used to, Emily felt a surge of excitement trying such a dress again after many years.Initially intending to do her own makeup and styling, Emily was surprised when Stacy came to her door, saying Oliver sent her. With her expert touch, Stacy worked wonders on Emily's appearance. The makeup she applied was subtle, enhancing Emily's features while the elegant updo she styled added sophistication to the overall look.As Emily gazed at her reflection, she couldn't help but be stunned at the transformation before her. The woman in the mirror appeared as a different version of herself — elegant, poised, and beautiful far from the