"Come on Selen! You can do it! Let's go!"
Selen cheered up herself and entered into the company building. She went to the elevator and pressed the 5th button.
The doors of the elevator were about to close but someone put his foot in between the doors to reopen them."Good morning Ms. Rose, it's good to see you!"
Richard greeted her with a smile as soon as he entered the elevator. She greeted him back with the same action."Ms. Rose, I know whatever happened yesterday wasn't your fault, Mr. Smith is not always like this rather he has very calm personality even if he his angry. I'm sorry, you had to see his this side of him on your first day of job. I know what task Mr. Smith ordered you today, but don't worry, I already assigned a helper to you. He will be present at a lounge by 11 am. But I have a request, don't let Mr. Smith know about this."
Richard said to Selen. She was listening to him and she felt good that at least there was someone who wanted a good for her."Thank you Mr. Parker, but may I know why're you helping me?"
Selen questioned him."Its because as I just said, it wasn't your mistake all alone. Stefan! I mean Mr. Ford and I both didn't want you to be fired on your first day by Mr. Smith."
He cleared her doubt. He just told her half of the truth. Of course he wanted her to stay but this was not the only reason. He hoped for something else. Something was going on in his mind, something only he felt, only he knew."That's very nice of you Mr. Parker. I'm very grateful to you and Stefan Sir."
Selen thanked him, showed him a sweet genuine smile."Its ok Ms. Rose and please call me Richard or Rich. People close to me call me that. We can be a good freinds too."
He said while extending his hand towards her for a handshake, offering her a friendship."Well if that's the case, then call me Selen."
Selen shook hands with him accepting his offer. She bid him bye and got off to the elevator at her department floor. Richard waved back his hand before pressing the 12 floor button.Selen entered her department and noticed some pairs of eyes focusing on her. She silently approached Jessica.
"Good morning Jessica. Why everyone is giving me this strange look? Did something happen?"
She asked Jessica, taking a seat beside her and keeping her belongings to her work desk."They're just shocked to see you here again. Everyone expected you to be expelled by now. But congrates girl you made it."
Jessica squealed in happiness but maintained her professionalism. Selen just passed her a look showing that she is happy too.But only she knew that at what terms she was still here. A result of a task which was given by the Devil himself, would decide her tomorrow.
Thank you Jessica. By the way, Stefan Sir is not here yet. Tell me, what do I have to do today."
Selen asked Jessica as Stefan told her to cooperate with her."Today might be a hectic day for you. You have to go to the archive room of the department which is on the other end of this floor, you have a list of every artist working with this company right? You have to collect their measurements and list of their personal style preferences and the brands they usually prefer to wear, also take a note about their casual attires, they wear for airport fashion, and for variety shows. As you are new, you have to go through every idol's previous works, at least of last one month, to study every idol personality and stylings. Watch their any mvs, interviews, variety shows and everything realted to them of past month. Then go to the store room, you have to make a list of every stuff keeping there, it is adjescent to archive room. And that' it."
Jessica completed, giving the today's memo to Selen. She took a deep breath after she slowed down. She told Selen everything in a go with any break, she was expert in this.
YOU ARE READING
The Billionaire's Love
RomanceA girl from her early twenties comes from a middle class family, she got a job in one of the famous companies of the country which produces the idols. The CEO of the company is known for his hardwork, professionalism and with the tint of cold perso...