TBHL: Chapter 26

Aaliyah

I was busy designing Mr. Tan's tuxedo when the door opened. I didn't bother to look up.

“Mam Aaliyah?” It's Jam, my secretary; she was the one who entered.

“Yes? Do you need something, Jam?” I answer without looking at her. My attention was still focused on what I'm doing.

“This is the copy of the contract signed by the models that you requested,” she politely said. I nod and gesture for her to just place them on the side of my table. She quietly follows my instruction.

“Thank you, Jam,” I express my gratitude after she's done.

“Welcome, Mam. Do you need anything else? Would you like coffee or juice?” she asks again.

“No, not for now. I'll ask for juice later when I finish what I'm working on. You can go out; I'll call you when I send for the juice. Thank you,” I reply, my gaze still on the sketch pad.

“Okay, Mam. I'll leave now,” she nods and exits.

Suddenly, I remember something I need to ask Jam. When I look up, she's near the door, so I quickly