When Emma walked into the office that morning, she was astounded by what she had heard. She received instructions from Mr. Queen's secretary to begin designing a piece before being asked to create a dress. Her first dress for the company. Emma had questioned why he asked her to complete it rather than the level six, but regardless, she was happy that at least now he was paying attention to her. Which will make carrying out her plans simpler. "In my three years here, I have never even been asked to design a piece of clothing for a client or even make a dress. I think Mr. Queen likes you.” Standing in front of Emma's desk, Gia said. “What color are you going to use to design the dress? I'm crossing my fingers that it won't be black.” With a smile, Emma raised her head. "Black is cool, but it's also common. I'll need a sharper color if I want to impress Mr. Queen.” She sighed and looked up at Floria. “As a newcomer, could you please explain? Over the course of your three years here, wha

As he closed the file in front of him, Ezra sighed. He cocked his head up and fixed his eyes on the door. Was he hostile toward her? He reflected. If she didn't make that mistake, which he knew she didn't, then someone is undoubtedly attempting to have her fired from the company. Someone who was envious of her for receiving level six work when she had only recently begun working for the company. Ezra called Milan into his office using the landline that was on his table. “Sir, you called for me.” Milan said. She answered his phone immediately and entered his office within ten seconds. Ezra returned the phone to its original position. His hands were clasped together. “Has the duchess already arrived?” Milan shrugged. "No, sir, not at all. Is there an issue?” Ezra took a breath. “The level six office has a rat who doesn't want Miss Facer here. I want to find her since she ruined the clothing that Miss Facer sewed. “"I thought Miss Facer spoiled the dress. Why are you protecting her

Ezra had taken his time to prepare the dinner for his sister as the elevator door opened. And it might be the last because she would have to take care of these tasks on her own if she wanted to visit him occasionally. As she pulled her chair to sit and set her bag on the table, Winter was abruptly stopped. “What did I tell you against setting your bags on the dining room table? Also, wash your hands before you come to eat. I appreciate cleanliness.” “Greetings to you as well, Ezra. Did you miss me?”Ezra rolled his eyes. "You visited this place a month ago." He went back to the kitchen to get some cutlery, put them on the table, and then turned his attention to his sister. “Why don't you enjoy spending time at home?” Ezra asked as he sat down.“Hmm. I doubt I need to explain if you have been residing with your parents.” She got to her feet and went to the kitchen to wash her hands. Her eyes scanned the room as she came back, as if she were looking for someone. “Where is Cody? It's o

Closing the door behind her, Emma walked into the living room joyfully. She was delighted to hear about the invitation and couldn't contain her joy. “Phoebe. Phoebe, I…” The man Emma saw in the living room caused her to halt. She could see he was very well dressed and that his suit was more expensive. She looked in Phoebe's direction. “I am home.” She said her final words. As she approached her new room, she exchanged glances with him and gave him a shaky smile but his voice halted her in her tracks.“Hello Miss Facer.”Emma turned to face him. Her heart was beating very fast. He knows who she is. “You know my name.” She remarked while flinching."I do, of course." With his drink in hand, he got to his feet and walked over to her. He gave her a sniff before observing her and smiling as he did so. When he looked at her again, he could see the perplexity on her face. "Let me clarify who I am to you before you get more confused." He turned to face Phoebe, "Phoebe, sweetheart. Would you

“Mom!” Winter called the moment she entered the house. It was busy, with people walking around with flowers and wrapped boxes for her grandmother's birthday. It was going to be a big party, and bigger men would also be attending. This is how it is around Hidden Towel. When one rich man organizes a party, other rich families get an invitation to attend. Winter stopped one of the workers. “Have you seen my mom?” “She is in her room.” The worker said. “Thank you.” Winter said with a smile. As she ascended the stairs, she came to a stop in front of her parents' door. She tapped on the door. The moment her mother spoke, Winter opened the door and stepped inside. “Mom.” Her mother was seen adjusting a dress that was placed on the mannequin. “What is it, darling? Did you find out what I asked you to do? I hope he didn’t suspect anything.” Winter approached her mother. She took a deep breath. “I will answer that later, but first, what are you doing? Isn’t that the dress you picked to wear