CHAPTER 18

"Jud, do you remember our first time working as staff on a photoshoot?" I inquired, as I observed her, who had been devouring the fried chicken we bought earlier. Lou was with us as well.

"How could I forget that? I thought it was the end of my career," she sighed.

"Why? What happened?" Lou asked.

She immediately recounted how she accidentally broke a wine glass during Greel's photoshoot back then.

"Yeah, I've heard a lot about Ma'am Celine at that time too. I was in a different department," Lou commented.

"Weren't Greel the one who saved us back then?" I asked. I suddenly recalled the events of that day, and something just didn't seem right.

She furrowed her brow. "Didn't I tell you about it?"

"What? You didn't mention anything," I replied, genuinely interested in what she had to say. She sat up and took a sip of water.

"It was Grantt, not Greel."

I was left momentarily speechless. There was a part of me that believed it was Greel, but I couldn't make sense of his behavior that morni