POV (Point of View)

Chapter 84: Karma

"A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it."

- Vera Nazarian

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains extreme vulgar languages, public humiliation, image slandering, woman degrading, sex scandal, metaphoric backstabbing, and manipulation. A viewer discretion is advised. 

The soft classical music as the background, the faint citrus smell of tea, and the mellow sound of the busy streets with busy people filled the senses of a certain silver-haired who is as busy with styling her boss' gorgeous, flowy, black hair into a half-bun to prepare her for a day everyone is looking forward to. 

"All done, Dame. What do you think?" She looked at the mirror and saw her grinning boss open her eyes and smiled even widely to her from the reflection.

"Hmm~ I love what you did, Gisela." The green-eyed turns to her direction. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, Dame."

Her boss who is wearing a smokey makeup, a royal blue fitted suit that both accentuated her height and slim frame stood from her seat and turned to the rest of her team.

"What do you think of blue on me, ladies and gentlemen?" She asks the seven who all glanced at one another before smirking with her. "Tell me I look good, please?"

Everyone smiled to her and stood from their respective seats. It was Bash who first gave her two thumbs up.

"Givin' ten and slaying as always, Dame. You look very beautiful."

"Thanks, Bash. You like telling me what I want to hear. I thought blue would look bad on me." The black-haired giggled. "Anyhow, are you ready?"

"Are you kidding, Dame?" Desmond first responded with a smirk. "You're not the only one who waited for this day."

"I'm glad." She turned to her tech expert with a sophisticated smirk. "What about what I asked you to prepare, Aida? All done?"

"Positive, Dame. Abel and I wrapped it all up way before we wrapped up our battle with Zodiac's second quadrant."

"And Julius?"

"He went to the venue of the Press Con to give the miss your gift." Felix answered the grinning green-eyed, making her chuckle excitedly.

"Good. What about you, Lucas? Did you invite Bonten where we're headed?"

"Yes, Dame. Their right-hand confirmed that they will go." The woman smirked and took her red lipstick and put some on. Her makeup right now is contrast to how she usually looks. If looks could kill, she's ought to be a criminal today. Well, she always has been.

"Good. They must be there to witness my surprise. Especially him." She snickered evilly again. "I can't wait any longer. I'm so excited." With that, she was done thickening her red lipstick. 

"Let's not keep the world waiting, shall we?"

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A busy Asami Kimura is now doing final touches of her makeup in front of the mirror together with other female musical contenders in a single dressing room. She still hasn't worn her dress when they all heard a knock from their room. Then, one of the female organizers walked inside.