I read the report on the tablet screen. The problem Faye was referring to made no sense. The flowers came from another state, still within the same country. Why should it be held in quarantine at all? It wasn't a shipment from overseas."Please send me all the data on the remaining stock in the warehouse. We need to re-sort all the flowers so that no orders are interrupted. Then, contact other florists to see if they are experiencing the same problem. Report the results to me immediately.""Do you think there was a change in the regulations that the local government didn't tell us about?" asked Faye worriedly."We can only conclude that after we hear from the other florists," I replied."Okay. I'll call them now." She walked out of my room, heading for her office.I prevented Charity from picking me up at the shop for our appointment. She wouldn't be comfortable with that crowd of reporters. Surprisingly, the bureau's location was in a shopping mall. I asked the information desk where
[Blaze]I knew people I avoided would come to mourn at the house. Having Kyle by my side helped to prevent them from approaching me all at once. The first person to arrive was Willow."Poor guy. I met him at church last Sunday, and he was very healthy. Who would have guessed that two days later, he breathed his last?" she said in a sad voice. "You see his two children? They don't look sad."I remained silent, not responding to her words. The line in front of me continued, albeit very slowly. I couldn't wait for my turn to leave this place. I tried to calm down with the woman who wouldn't stop talking next to me.When my turn came, I looked at his peaceful face. I couldn't believe I was so lucky. My business with Richard was finished before he left. If it was even one day late, I'd have to deal with his children. I was sure they would demand a high price, capitalizing on my interest."You've never attended an event like this before," Cullen said as I picked up a glass of drink on the s
[Heather] "I'm hungry. Let's have lunch first," Charity suggested while looking at the row of restaurants on the side of the road. "Don't you have an appointment this afternoon?" I asked, not taking offense to her deliberately diverting the conversation. I knew she must have a reason for doing so. "No, I don't. That's why I can accompany you," she replied. She gestured to enter the parking lot of a restaurant to his driver. A waiter greeted us and escorted us to an empty table. After taking our order, he left our table. "It's nice to eat with you again," she cheerfully exclaimed. I smiled at that. "I know you did this on purpose." I looked around us. "Are you worried about someone overhearing, or is there bad news?" "Not both. I trust my driver and bodyguard. They may hear our conversation. The thing is, my friends can't give me any news yet. They need to confirm something so they don't appear to be slandering people," she murmured. I nodded in understanding. Even the police ha
I closed the door to my office again and walked towards the front room. Faye stood up, but I shook my head slowly. I didn't come out of my room to talk to her. I approached one of the employees who was making a bouquet. "Was there a delivery error that caused the customer to return the order?" I asked the woman. She frowned. "What do you mean, ma'am? All orders and deliveries for today went smoothly. There was no problem at all." She smiled. "We even had to take out a lot of stock in the warehouse because of mounting orders." Seeing her smile meaningfully, I squinted my eyes. "What do you mean?" "Have you seen your office yet?" she asked curiously. "You mean all those flowers in the room aren't returned orders?" I stared at her in disbelief. She shook her head slowly. "They're for you from an admire." My mouth hung open as I looked around my office again. All those flowers on the sofa and carpet were sent to me by a fan? What admire? I hadn't even started my modeling career yet.
"You need to trust your partner, Heather. How do you know you'll look the same before we even start?" He nodded to the man holding a camera. "Shall we?"I skeptically stared at him. We just met, and he asked me to trust him. Unbelievable. I came here hoping he meant what he said when we first met. I wanted to know what potential he was referring to.If he was honest and could prove it, then I would use this way to show everyone that my weaknesses could become my strengths. I would strive to become famous so that many media outlets would invite me for interviews.That way, my family would see that I was not a disgrace or a curse. My relatives would regret having ignored and insulted me all these years. Everyone who hurt me would see me rise higher than ever, Blaze included."Please sit here," said a woman, pointing to a stool in the corner of the room. "I will direct your style, but for starters, I want you to pose however you want."Since this wasn't my forte, it wasn't easy to pose i
I clenched my fists and turned to Blaze in annoyance. But he just casually extended his hand to assist me out of the car. I refused and did so without his help. When we arrived at the apartment, a pleasant smell welcomed us. But my emotions were still running high. I couldn't let him keep trying to control my life. Everyone knew we were divorced, and I wanted to keep it that way. "Why did you do that? Who else knows about this?" I said irritably. "Sit down. You're hungry. That's why you're angry." He sat down casually on the dining chair. "I asked the chef to heat this dish before we arrived." "Do you realize what you're doing? If my family finds out, and the public, they'll insult me even more than they already have," I explained. "I only told James and Kyle because they often interact with you. Hannah doesn't know about our relationship. You won't see each other frequently." He placed a spoonful of mashed potato into his mouth. "I don't believe it." I crossed my arms over my ch
Unprepared for the attack, I was pushed to the right, causing the door to open wider. I held on to the door knob to prevent myself from falling. It was a good thing I rarely wore heels to work. "Hey, what are you doing!?" screeched Faye, who immediately approached me. "Who are you to do this!? What did Heather do to you!?" "Miss Bailey, are you okay?" asked Sasha, who came later and stood between me and my attacker. "Sorry, I didn't do my job properly." I turned to my left side to see who dared to slap me in my office. I gave her a sharp look once I recognized the person. She stood staring at me with tight lips, holding back anger. What was the reason this time to hurt me? "Not satisfied with embarrassing me at the late Mr. Smith's house, ruining my name with stale news, you come to my office to slap me. Do you think you'll be free forever by continuing to hurt me like this?" I said boldly. "You scammer," she growled. "You teamed up with that bastard to ruin my marriage. It turns
[Blaze]Virgil didn't disappoint a second time by giving me a better proposal. He changed the things I protested, even going into more detail than expected. That was his proposal that I knew.I didn't send it to Patrick via email or special courier. I came directly to his office. His secretary welcomed me and Kyle cordially and then escorted us to the luxurious office of the CEO of Johnson & Son Corporation."I told you not to come, Blaze. Just send it by courier. I know you have a lot of work." Patrick approached as I entered and extended his hand."You are one of my priority clients. So, this is a service I must provide." I shook his hand for a moment. I wasn't surprised that his daughter was also in the room."It's an honor, Blaze. I understand better why my father insisted on using your company." She extended her hand, but I just nodded."You must be busy. Can we start now?" I asked Patrick.The man glanced at his daughter before replying, "Sure. Have a seat."The father and daugh