on, eyeing the large pile of clothes scattered across her bed. Ov

tance in the realm of fashion. Shirley, already contemplating the lau

rospect of a formal meeting was unfamiliar territory for her. Previous encounters

cing. Shirley swiftly surveyed both her own closet and the pile of clothes

cuteness won't leave a poor impression. Keep the makeup light and natural, and let those curls run wild," Shirley

med, admiring both her fashion sense

on the Powells?" she inquired. "I've heard they're insanely wealthy, gentlemen without any scandals or complaints in the news. P

same information. She comforted her racing he

ly, Shirley reassured, "You've got this!" Social anxiety had kicked in for Anita, and the

mples appearing as she gave her friend a quick hug. In moments

**

. Mr. Powell would like to meet you regardi

ta tried to avoid the topic. Why were they cont

hem, they would take legal actions since the note contained some sensitive

ig companies to get into problems. She knew it was Powell's company she was helping, but

brain was functioning bright enough t

are you still

have to meet?"

aroline replied professionally. "I will sen

he said a

," she pouted, patt

-

ating, "Hi, I have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Pow

ing her, "Please take the elevator to the 52nd floor." A

nt the elevator doors closed. Despite reminding herself not to shake or

mostly empty floor. A guard at the entrance acknowledged her, asking, "Ms. Jacobs?" She affirmed, clearing her th

ishings. It felt like stepping into another dimension. "Please enter," the guard gestured towards a doo

in the room. Franklin, positioned facing an enormous glass wall, turned around. His gaze lingered on her for a few moments before he

" she introduced. When she realized her stupidness. "Which you already kno

smile widened at

eyes remained on her. A

r his strong gaze. 'Stop looking

mained on the floor as she fiddled with the hem of her skirt. 'Sa

ke up. His voice was a litt

ly, it became the most 'fascinating' thing in the room. She could ne

machine. "No thanks," she politely replied. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat in fr

fits their muscular figure. She squirmed when she looked at how

aces. Shirley was right. T

like you to work for us," An

she ex

curl behind her ear and looked at them. "I meant to say I am not qualified for such a job. I even skipped c

the rea

ons, and having meetings weekly to daily. So many people. Nope, it was a bi

. Leaning back on the sofa, he looked at t

cursed in her brain, w

eard about it from my friend," she tried explaining. Qu

ll a convincing lie, her subco

d at her silly a

d his chin on his hand. Her eyes glanced a

ked out, fiddlin

Please believe it

mm

e felt she was going to have a panic att

ls or anything about us. It would be both good for you and us. I hope you get what I want to s

ped and

," he

ell," she mee

n contact us. We don't want to miss on such a talent," he said. His blank face showed no emotions.

in human skin

Franklin dismissed her. She thanked and apologized, taking

breath, she didn't know she was holding back. *phew* Sh

too int

r meet the Powell b