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★★★“How fortunate I am to have you in my office, Mr. Mackenzie. Why didn't you ask me over instead of exhausting yourself?"Hanson exclaimed excitedly as he stood in front of his desk, while William and Monica sat in the chairs. They both had an upright demeanor which drove the man to spooky feelings as he wondered what calamity William was trying to convey to him since he had never been given notice regarding a visit from William Mackenzie and his abrupt arrival always resulted in a dangerous price.“When I am the one in need of your assistance, asking you to come to my place would not be appropriate behavior," William cracked a smile and replied, "Please, Mr. Hanson, be at ease."“Yes, sir!" Hanson nodded his head ignoring the sweat on his brow as he sat in his seat, but he was unable to avoid feeling uneasy.“She is Monica and I want you to give her a place among the models in your company,” William said to Hanson, who gave the girl a quick glance and started to examine her.
★★★ It was an opulent place. To Monica's unaided eyes, each minuscule fragment displayed an exquisite design, seemingly crafted with meticulous attention to detail. “I apologize for the inquiry, but I sense that your company is well-known among the public. I haven't had time to look it up," since she was a reporter and had always asked straight questions to people to get things out of them, Monica inquired Hanson without hesitation. “It is quite difficult for me to adequately put into words how prominent my company is, but I can assure you that it is at the top of the global list of modeling companies," Hanson stated, his voice full of pride as he informed Monica that she had joined a large organization where individuals battled for opportunities. “Let me tell you I did not doubt about that especially since William brought me here,” Monica said as she arrived at an exclusive empty stage, a place for a walk. "I hope you do not mind the next question that I have been thinking very l
★★"Boss, I was surprised to hear your call. Is everything okay? Are you disturbed by the same old crap again?"A tall and sturdy guy bowed his head to William, as if the god for him was William, given the devotion he offered.“No, that matter cannot raise its head after the way you snapped their bones. A little help I am looking for. Furthermore, you are the only one I can rely on!" William said as he lightly patted his shoulder.“Any cogent matter!" With a serious tone, the man raised his head and asked William. He was on leave after their last project together, but William's unexpected call led him to suspect there was something serious going on.“Umm! I married," William replied, recalling Monica, who had frustrated him with the way she behaved. There had been no call or text from her until now, although she knew there was nothing she could do without his assistance.“uh-huh! You are not in the news," the man inquired, a little curious because William Mackenzie had done some
★★ “You are asking me to help her! Who is she to you?” Mark spoke with a distasteful expression as his gaze followed Monica, who was touching objects in his room without his permission. “Does it matter to you, Mark!” Hanson irritatingly muttered to the irrelevant Mark kept repeating. “You don't have any prior experience walking or conducting promotions for brands. Tell me not to assume that you are attempting to impress your fiancé’s family by modeling,” Mark made this casual statement while sitting on a couch and lighting a cigarette. “I must regretfully concur with your response if my explanation is so important for you to know. I do have to win over a family,” Monica responded to the pompous man impatiently who was continuously wasting her time with meaningless discussions. “Pathetic!" Mark remarked. Hanson, who was waiting for them, spoke softly because both of them were important to him, but nothing happened until now. He had no choice but to intervene. "It would be better
★★★“Finished what? I have not yet begun, and I've told you to leave the car because you know you will have difficulties picking me up. In addition, I can be late at times, so asking you to come pick me up would be inappropriate," Monica responded properly, staring at William in perplexity, because she did not expect him to come to pick her up rather than send his guys.William's face strained for some reason as if he expected her to realize he was trying to be good to her, but she did not want to view the sight, which disappointed him, as he said."You will have your car starting tomorrow. I do not need to trouble myself with such frivolity. Let's go since I'm here today."“Before I leave, I should meet Hanson, who had gone to make a phone call. If he doesn't find me, he will panic," Monica explained.“Is he more important than me?" Saying unpleasantly, William glared at Monica, who had furrowed her brows in confusion and was clearly bewildered about the nature of the question.
★★★“Let me explain. I am not here to argue with you. I married you because, deep down, I believed that I could win you back as my Ben. But there is an error in my judgment. I acknowledge that sometimes things are beyond our control, and for that reason, I have come to terms with the fact that I shouldn't engage in such foolish things with you. However, as long as our contract is in effect, I think we should not argue because you need me for whatever plan you have in mind,” Monica stated, after soothing her jittery feelings by placing the edge of the coffee cup on her lips, "It is better to be friends than fight like an arch adversary!"William paid close attention to what she said, but he felt as though something very personal had gone absent from him. He was not sure what had exactly vanished, but the feeling was hard and hollow.“I agree that it would be preferable if we did not irritate one another,” William spoke as he observed Monica holding her burger in front of her lips an
★★★ One outfit in particular, with a magenta hue, caught Monica's attention to such an extent that she thought nothing would look decent on her than that. She ran to that hanging garment, thinking with excitement that she would not have to waste time looking for a dress. Her hands moved smoothly over the material, sensing that the silk was good—after all, she thought this would feel like a quill. She took it off the hanger to see if the dress fit her; if not, she would have to adjust the right row. Suddenly a hand snatched the dress from her hand in a jerk. Monica glanced up and noticed a smug-looking woman staring at her. "If you are not blind, then your manners need to get better," Monica stated icily as she peered at her garment in the woman's hands. “Ah-Huh! Since you are new to this shop, you must learn how to treat people with respect while you are standing next to someone who is far richer than you. In addition, this clothing needs to belong to me because I chose it a few s
★★★“Ask my bodyguards inside,"Hazel told her friends who knew what she was planning to do, and they didn't mind if it happened because Hazel was not a normal city girl. She had a name, and if this incident had become public, people would make fun of her, not in front of her, but definitely behind her back.Instead of making a fuss, Monica assisted the manager in getting to his feet and questioned, "Are you okay?"The manager was terrified since he was thinking about how to keep his job as manager of this business because his monthly wage was sufficient to live a secure life, but seeing the conflict between the two girls made him a bit anxious.“No, madam, I am fine. I fear that things are going south and I'm unable to help you, so could you please just go?" The manager asked Monica to leave urgently while contemplating how to get those females to leave the store; otherwise, if cops arrived, the owner of this store would be furious. He had never met the owner in person, but he h