She wants the discounted stuff, eh? Guess she’s not rich enough to get any limited edition items. The retail assistant lazily packed her things up and swiped the card.
Bella gritted her teeth. I’ll be back after my big break, and you’ll be sorry you looked down on me.
Bella went back to her dorm and changed into the expensive dress as carefully as she could. She looked in the mirror, thinking that she looked a whole lot prettier in that dress. The woman put on perfect makeup and used the perfume she had been keeping for special occasions.
She spun around while thinking to herself, Dang, I’m beautiful. With that, she took a whiff of the scent of perfume on her and happily saddled her worn-out backpack as she went toward Luke Corporation.
She was careful not to let anyone get near her on the bus, lest they tear her dress. At the same time, she thought she looked like the most beautiful person in the world. Everyone was staring at her, and she enjoyed the attention. I’m going to be famous soon, and I get to see Hanson. Oh, he’s so handsome and dashing. Even if I only have one chance, I’d like to sleep with him.
Before she went into the building, Bella stopped for a moment to straighten herself out and made sure she looked perfect. She went to the reception area and told them about the reason for her visit. The receptionist did not refuse her. Then, she led her into the rest area and poured her a glass of water. “The president is in a meeting, and he’ll be here soon.”
“Thank you,” she said to the receptionist. Her heart felt like it would jump out of her chest, and the prospect of meeting Hanson itself was killing her.
She kept looking at the mirror, making sure that her makeup was flawless. She would hate it if she left a bad impression on Hanson because of her flawed makeup. Bella craned her neck, looking forward to Hanson’s arrival. A while later, a group of men in suits appeared, and Hanson was in the center of that group.
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