Chapter 180 - Side Story 2 & 3 (1/2)

Side story 2:

Life after the Reunion part 1

Burberry, Jennifer's Office

”Did you see her face? It was so awkward that I was embarrassed for her. I don't even know what she's doing there. She's not even a model.”

”Yeah. I didn't even know about it until you told me,” Jennifer said with a laugh.

”Buy the magazine and let's support our classmate,” the other line said. ”I'm so going to save this for the future. I mean, this awkward thing is going down in history.”

”Yeah. I'm totally laughing right now,” Jennifer agreed. ”She's totally exaggerating. No company will hire her. I mean, even I will take a second thought just for old time's sake. She's a disaster. I'm surprised a reputable company such as Sparkle took her in.”

”Yeah, I mean, must be her connection and that sultry face of hers. That's why she got in. Anyway, I have to go. I'm going to tell the others. Make sure to buy a copy, so we have something to laugh about when I visit you there. Ciao!”

Jennifer ended the call and dialed a number.

”Hi, this is Jennifer Davidson of Davidson Leather Apparels. I'm calling about my order, a thousand copies of your latest Sparkle magazine. Can you deliver it by this month?”

Jennifer rolled her lips between her teeth as she twirled the cord of her phone.

”Yes. I know that it hasn't been a week since I ordered hundreds of copies,” she said, eyes flickered on the mountains of magazine on the side of her table. ”But don't you know how many employers I have? It's not enough.”

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Side Story 3:

Life after the Reunion Part 2

Calvin Devondale's Mansion

Buds of lavenders blanketed the garden as a man watched the flower in his hand. Tranced by the color, his eyes turned dull by the minute. The petals were as pretty as the woman in his head, and the urge to crushed it in his hand was so hard to resist. But it was like his limbs didn't have the strength to move.

”Young master,” the butler called, phone in hand, ”Sparkle entertainment called, confirming your million copies of their latest magazine.”

”Mmm . . . ,” Calvin breathed. It seemed like his tongue weighed tons, and he couldn't even move his mouth.

The butler nodded and spoke on the phone before he put it away and faced his young master. ”And I am to confirm that after we received those magazines, we are to make a collage portrait of Miss Heart?”

Calvin's thumbs ċȧrėssing the petals halted for a moment, but his lips remained tight.

”. . .”

With heavy silence as his reply, the butler only perceived is a go signal. That would be another collection of Calvin's thousands of portraits of Evangeline Heart.

The butler could only shake his head in pity. His young master was too far gone in his obsession.

”Butler.”

The butler's spine flinched straight at his young master's voice. ”Yes, young master?”

”Am I . . . handsome?” Calvin said, voice lethargic.

”. . .” Huh? The butler almost blurted. He wiped his invincible sweat with his hanky and coughed before he replied.

”There is no man more handsome than you, young master. Our manor doesn't run out of suiters ready to crawl at your feet just for your glance.”