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“Yes, she will.”
“Wonderful! Come, let’s take a picture!” Photography was a popular activity for girls on an outing.
The girls huddled together for a selfie which one of them posted on Instagram.
The caption wrote: Throughout all the choices I have to make in life, I have never regretted choosing Transfix Cosmetics. Though I expressed doubts back then, I have become more certain about my choice to work for Ms. Sophie. She’s taking us on a trip! It pays well to have an employer like Ms. Sophie.
The other girls supported her view by liking that post.
On the other side of town, the girls who had followed Rachel to found Dream Cosmetics were close to tears.
The staff scheduled another press conference to compensate for the pathetic end of the first one.
Though they had extended the invitation to many reporters to play safe, the response was tepid at best.
And now we’re working overtime every single day.
After finding the time to catch up on her social media, the first thing the girl saw was the post about her ex-colleagues going on a tour abroad.
“What are you looking at?” asked another one of the girls as she leaned over. She, too, became depressed after viewing that post.
“How nice it would be if we never left Transfix Cosmetics.”
“It’s too late to regret that now.”
“That’s right. If it were not for Ms. Summers, we wouldn’t have left Transfix Cosmetics.”
Walking in at that exact moment, Rachel heard them.
“Ms. Summers,” one of them exclaimed upon catching sight of her employer. Dropping her gaze in terror, she dared not say another word.
Rachel scowled.
“Do you think it is degrading to be working for me? Look at how jealous you are getting over a trip abroad!”
“That’s not what we meant, Ms. Summers.”
“Then what exactly do you mean? You are free to leave if you think Dream Cosmetics is holding you back.”
When Sophie and Ysabelle arrived at the airport, Wilma took their passports to obtain their tickets.
The other girls followed her to get the tickets.
“What’s going on? My ticket is first-class.”
“Mine too.”
“Oh God.”
The three tickets Wilma obtained were all first-class seats.
Even if they were sent on business trips at their old jobs, they always flew economy class.
“Did the airline make a mistake?”
“Could their system be faulty?”
“I don’t think so; Ms. Sophie is that generous. It sure feels good to be pampered.”
It was a sentiment the girls shared.
Wilma led the girls back to Sophie and handed her and Ysabelle the tickets.
“Economy class suits us fine, Ms. Sophie. There’s no need for you to spend this lavishly.”
“It’s not much.”
Sophie honestly did not think it was a lot of money. It was not meant to be an ostentatious gesture.
The girls under her employment gazed at her with gratitude.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Sophie. I will work hard after the trip.”
“Me too! I will make back what you spent on my first-class seat.”
It’s rewarding being Ms. Sophie’s employee. We will work hard and not let her down.
“Go on, then.” Though Sophie did not mean to buy them off, she did not object to the effect her gesture created.
The girls were excited as it was their first time passing the VIP security check.
“Take me under your wing too, Sophie! There are so many of them, and all their seats are first-class!”
“They’re worth it.”
I have witnessed how hard they work.
“How nice it must be working for you.”
After the security check, the group had some time to spare before boarding and waited in the VIP lounge.
Felix suddenly called Ysabelle.
“What?” she asked rather irritably upon picking up.
“You’re rather mean to me of late, Belle,” Felix complained.
“So? What do you want? We’re about to board.”
“Nothing. I just want to tell you to have a safe trip.”
Ysabelle did not know what to say, so she hung up abruptly.
“Does Felix have nothing better to do?” she asked in annoyance.
“He’s actually pretty busy, yet he finds time for you.”
It is impossible for the heir of the Northley family to have that much free time to spare.
The group of about a dozen girls got up and walked across when the notice to board sounded from the speakers.
The pleasant sight of a dozen excited, pretty girls made quite an impression on the other travelers.
Ysabelle was stunned when they ran into Tristan and Felix at the boarding gate.
“What are you doing here, Uncle Tristan?” she asked suspiciously.
“I have matters to attend to in Koandria.”
“What a coincidence!”
Ysabelle gave a bitter laugh. It’s not often that I get to go on a holiday. Can’t he cut me some slack?
Having never met Tristan and Felix, Wilma nodded to them as a form of greeting.
Felix seated himself next to Ysabelle upon boarding the plane, to her chagrin.
“What are you doing? I want to sit with Sophie.”
“Are you sure, Belle?”
“I’m very sure.”
“Mr. Tristan, Ysabelle says she wants to-”
Ysabelle clapped a hand over Felix’s mouth and glared at him fiercely.
Tristan looked over. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” Ysabelle said hastily as she concealed her annoyance.
How am I going to rebel against my uncle?
“Look. I don’t want to sit with you, either. I’m afraid of Mr. Tristan. You are no better, aren’t you?”
Ysabelle was struck dumb. Lamenting her fate, she was careful to keep her voice down as she did so.
“Have you had lunch?” Tristan asked Sophie. It’s now one in the afternoon. I wonder if she has eaten.
“I have.”
She and Ysabelle had come over after lunch.
“I’m glad you did.”
Sophie took out her phone and put on her earphones.
“What are you listening to?”