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NARRATIVEArsenio stepped out of the commissioner's office just at the moment Adele was about walking in."Oh Adele," he smiled. "You're done?""Huh?" Adele removed her hand from her forehead and nodded enthusiastically at him. "Yeah. I feel better now that I've met her and gotten to know the reason why she hates my company so much.""Really? What was the reason?" Arsenio asked curiously."You would be surprised." Adele sighed as they began to walk down the corridor, in the direction of the elevator. "She was envious of my success in the fashion industry.""Sounds silly. Hope you didn't let it bother you?""Of course not. Thanks to her, I've learned a lot of lessons." She chuckled."I know right." Arsenio smiled. "Should we stop by a fancy restaurant for lunch?" "No Arsenio. I'd skip for today." Several thoughts flashed across Adele's mind that moment. "There's something I need to do." She said and he nodded."By the way, are you okay?" Adele raised her gaze to him questioningly. "I m

NARRATIVE "Geraldine, where's Mira?" Adele asked as she stepped out of her office, closing the door after her. Geraldine who was about to enter her's, paused on seeing Adele. "For some reasons, Mira had to sign off work earlier than usual today." She explained. "Oh, I see." Adele nodded slightly. "Ms. Rivera, is there anything you want her to do for you?" Geraldine curiously asked. "Not really, I was going to ask her to get someone to drive me to Relish Hotels_since my sister is yet to return with my car." "Oh, okay. I'd send someone to ready a car for you now." Geraldine quickly said and Adele smiled. "Thank you, Geraldine." Geraldine smiled and went on do as she'd said.CANADA, OTTAWABRENDA'S POV As much as I understand Rhys's reason for leaving was sincere, I couldn't stop the tears that kept rolling down my cheeks_especially after I got a text from a random stalker online. *At this rate, seems like you're likely to die single.* This was what that

ARSENIO'S POV I walked out of my office as I dialed Adele's number. Since we had lunch at a restaurant in town together and coincidentally met her ex on the way out, she's been acting really different_somehow distant. Although the guy hasn't showed up again since then, I can't understand this feeling of uneasiness that seems to envelop me of recent. Walking through the glass doors that led to my private studio, I listened to the call tune from her end. It's ringing but she's not picking up. Is she alright? I wondered. "Mr. Alessandro. It's a good thing you're here. I was about to send someone for the second time to get you here." Vera_one of my top clients, said the moment I walked in the large studio room. "I'm sorry about the delay." I apologized, beckoning an assistant over and placing my phone in his care. "It's fine. You must have been having a conversation with your girlfriend." She suggestively stated. "Ah," I gave her a cryptic smile. "Let's get to w

ARSENIO'S POV "Arsenio," I stopped on my track on seeing Adele standing just outside my private studio. "Hey, good morning. Why didn't you come in? Hope you've not been waiting for long?" I smiled as I stepped closer to her. "I'm just arriving actually. You seem busy..." "No I'm not. I just wrapped things up." I interrupted and she nodded slightly. "Okay." I glance over her simple dressing and smiled. "Hope you've been resting fine? You seem a bit unusual." I stated and she smiled warmly. "I'm fine. Don't worry." "Alright, come with me." I said as we began to walk down the corridor, towards the elevator that'll lead us to my private penthouse at the top floor.ADELE'S POV I sipped from my cup of Italian coffee absentmindedly. I was sitting across from Arsenio, watching him work on his laptop_although my thoughts were long gone from him. All through the drive down here, I'd imagined and hoped Carlo would suddenly show up like he's done in the past. I wish

NARRATIVE "This is amazing Sis Cheng. I mean, I've never been to a fashion gala_actually I've never been to a gala before." Clara gushed right beside Lana and Cheng as they walked into the grand hall. The girls smiled as they took their seats at the round table amongst others in the grand hall. They didn't bother exchanging pleasantries with people because they weren't familiar with many there. They only came because of Adele and also, to socialize if necessary, to broaden their knowledge about the fashion industry and to get familiar with the identities of the most affluential people in New York City. The gala was just starting, several top designers and models in New York City already arrived, showing off their diverse, colorful and exquisite designs as they walked the red carpet and up the stairs. The paparazzi in their distinguished 'black-theme' wears, stood by either side of the red carpet, taking photos and filming the events with their cameras and phones. Whil