11| Could he be her boss?

The following day, Reese entered the Perfect Touch company building, dressed in a two-piece suit made with a midnight blue velvet material with jeweled buttons featured on the blazer.

Every click of her heels on the floor drew people’s attention to her. She was giving off a majestic vibe, and it was evident from the way she was dressed that she was freaking rich.

But no one in that building had any idea that she didn’t have much money in her bank account. Although she was not entirely poor, she owned expensive accessories and shares in New Age beauty.

"Good morning," she said, flashing her teeth at the receptionists.

Her presence was kind of intimidating because they all seemed nervous.

"Good morning, ma'am," they all said, their voices in chorus.

"How may we help you?" One of them asked. "Do you have an appointment with the CEO?"

Reese gazed at her name tag, which read Mary Simon.

"Actually, Mary, I got a job here, and in the email sent to me, it was written that I should ask for Mr.