g no idea that there was an 'heir' moreover being introduced with an unexpected meeting. Even heati

ords from earlier a thousand times more. "I hate you Fleur Jean" she continues muttering and herr father points out with a deep sigh that she's become a nuisance

ed task—to create a compilation of shoots that Fleur Jean has for the next month. A task s

rings of downgrading phrases falling out of her mouth every time she finishes a call. Her legs grew numb and it was a sign to take a

her, may I ca

py. "Send the output first then do so" Cerise follows him back to his table and made herself

nt if she gets her own. She slaps herself on the head, wondering why she hadn’t bought her o

story for another time. Faradiso is great, she's not the type to comparing places either way but what’s got her pent up is the fact that someone else would manage her entirety he

s) who’ll help her adjusted and teach her the boring stuff. He’s overseas at

tment on the

p off the chandelier which hung from the ceiling, a good enough sign to

ts of numbers and foreign languages, taped at th

t and she takes the chance to rip the image from the board. Vintage-like with faded numbers at

front of an empty space, by the side was a pole sign reading 'ali

r, again, out of nowhere beside her already. Cerise sticks the photo back with a newer strip of

was contemplating with himself. He felt the eagerness coming off of her, ey

hrough rehab before becoming the reason why this-” he poin

g pieces together that she hesitates t

he rehabi

e cautious and he couldn't determine any reason as to why you were doing this either. Cerise bites her inner cheek,

around them, suffocating, forcing Ceris

this one was short and panicked. He settled back in his seat, playing with hi

on her nape, sending goosebumps all over her body. She had seen her father in the corner of her eye also j

ise is put off with the word ‘shooting’ associating it with the recent information and she's now got a screw loose, too overw

ight here." He spoke in a flat tone yet Cerise felt like it was a tease directed at her, alluring yet similar to a bully's voice echoing from th

doing?" she mutters, hesitantly bringing her arm up and he grips her tightly before she could even fatho

ing his neck with a suppressed smirk and she ignores it as her attentio

l is di

se b

l is di

and conclud

ust teleported