Tas Kantor Wanita Elegan Novels & Stories

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked Hellena up and down with obvious disdain. "I'm honestly curious," Mita chimed in, a tall, slender woman with heavy makeup. "Why has Mr. Kael kept her around for five years? Secretaries to CEOs at other securities firms are usually models or former beauty pageant finalists. At the very least, they're pleasant to look at during meetings, not someone who takes up an entire seat like she does."

But before I got to meet Karen, Matt found me and took me around the building to meet my peers and I didn't get back to my office until gone ten. I opened my office door, walked in and stopped to gasp. Bending over my desk in front of me was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. She was tall, taller than me - maybe 5'10", with long slender legs, a flawless bottom and shoulder-length honey-blond hair. She was wearing a very business-like white fitted blouse and a tight charcoal skirt cut on the bias to just above her bare knees. As she stood up to face me, I saw she had amused sparkling green eyes, high angular cheekbones, a perfect heart-shaped face and a large high bosom.

I said softly with a smile to the lady who approach me. I'm wearing a white elegant dress that made me look feminine and delicate but at the same time with class and sophistication. I don't know what will happen tonight, it's only been two weeks since I start to portray the identity of Selena Asli Castania- the only heiress of Casti Design, a leading furniture manufacturing company in the country.

then she led them to the far end of the boutique, into the designer’s office. If you were to look at it from the outside, the office looked small. But inside, it was spacious, and the designer set it up cozily. A gorgeous young lady welcomed them. She looked like she was in her early 20s, a young lady indeed. She sports natural brown pixie hair that showcases her facial features. She’s between fair and brown in complexion and has a slender body. The woman called KC can be considered a model with her long legs and beautiful face. Her brows are naturally arched, something to envy for most women.

"Here, try them all. They are the ones I think will suit the best for you." "B-But they are too many!" I don't think I can fit them all for a day! "Should I help you?" I pouted. Here he go again, his dirty thoughts. "No, thanks. I changed my mind. I'll do it alone. Perv." I wheeze before taking all the apparel in his arms and head straight to the fitting room. I just realized that most of Katerina's works are all for women. I can't see any men's fashion here at all. Maybe she's that too... feminist? Hehe.

Kyle thought. This middle-aged man rebuked the woman who had just sprayed perfume on her about the clothes she was wearing. But the answer given is beyond temptation. “Sorry sir, my daily work clothes are like this. This is a fashion trend for women’s personal assistants,” he answered. Kyle tried to rebuke the other candidates and instead they said that as a personal assistant, one must always appear charming so as not to embarrass the Young Master. Some even said it was the most polite attire one had, and Kyle just patted his forehead and walked into the Young Master’s room.

The atmosphere was filled with excitement, and the grandeur of the event was evident in every detail, from the elegant decor to the lavish runway setup. As the guests trooped in, they were instantly captivated by the stunning images of Kaitlyn plastered around the event center. Her face adorned every poster, each shot showcasing her in various powerful yet graceful scenarios. Her beauty was breathtaking, but it wasn’t just her looks that mesmerized the crowd—it was the aura of strength and elegance she embodied in every image. The whispers and murmurs of admiration filled the room as guests commented on how perfectly she captured the essence of Modern Empress.

"Welcome to Radix Stores. It's nice to have you here, Signoro." "Where's the section for women's wear?" "Right this way, please." She took the lead, stepping on the escalator. We reached the second floor. The area with lots of glass showcases. The lady—Clara Mancini, according to her name tag—cast me a glance. "Which dress would you want? We've got gowns, coats, sw—" "T-shirts in extra large." She nodded and made a turn to the left. Racks spanned the room we entered. Left, right, center.

Grace slouched her shoulders, taking in a huge breath as she stared through the transparent doors of the huge building. Women of all ages chatted inside while a group of ladies dressed in a particular style , black pencil skirt, white button dress suits , a blue silk scarf tied to the left, black panty hose and their hair braided neatly to a bun. They looked oddly similar, but very beautiful women. At first glance at the slightly taller one in the store that caught her attention, she could tell she was working there.

If she were his wife, Matt thought, he would never be able to stop touching her. It was a casual party, and the partygoers were dressed comfortably. Karen wore a pair of black, beltless pants, and a simple, white shirt that was too small for her thin frame clung to her body enticingly. Her firm, perky breasts, encased in the bra that was easily seen through the thin material, looked as though they had been sculpted on with an eye for perfection. Her brown, shoulder length hair was allowed to fall about her face freely, enhancing her deep, brown eyes. She was stunning.