Rachel closed the door to little Sam's room, she completely fitted with everything a little boy like him would like. He is sleeping curled with his book. Content.
She can now say for certain that Laís, is not so coldhearted that she does not love children. It just unfortunate, that she could not love the male lead. Its better this way anyways.
Reginaldo and Yasmin where a match made in heaven type of couple. In the story the male lead's is grateful for her raising him with love and affection that he never received from Laís. Yasmin herself loved the male lead to the bottom of her bones.
Well, that might be because Yasmin is unable to have children, so, she had to give all her love to the male lead. Yes, this is the best way. The male lead will won't for nothing, he will be loved and become a well-functioning adult.
She inwardly shivered, she loved her babies. They may have been wild, but she never spoiled them. She left them a proper path in life. That's why in the end she would never have expected one of them to turn into a monster.
Rachel went to her desk and started her drawling plans up. The passion and creativity were over-flowing. Whenever she is at a drawing mat.
She smiled inwardly, Valquíria. Its failure can be easily solved. But, she need to see for herself the problems in the company. Right now she is a major shareholder. Only second to the son of the company's founder.
One Week Later....
"You can go out if there is no problem," Behind the table was a handsome, distinguished man with a particularly indifferent expression. He was holding a pen to sign a document, his eyebrows frowned, and he looked a little impatient.
Rachel stood in front of him with an equally cold look, this is the Founder of Valquíria's Son. She had come into the company incognito style as a new employee. Of course, her way of dressing would be reported and today she was sent to the president.
She wanted to test waters any ways by coming in here eve more exaggerated. If the man easily fell for looks, she would have gone into taking over the company completely.
"Excuse Me, President. What kind of business does our group do?" Rachel said, drawing the man's attention as he finally looked up at her, but pursed her thin lips and didn't seem to be impatient to deal with her.
Rachel continued: "As we all know, our group is engaged in clothing. Our design philosophy is fashion, diversity, exquisiteness and elegance, and my dress fully meets this standard, but you fired me for this reason.
You do not think your behavior is too ridiculous? Why don't you tell the company employees your clothing requirements directly.
If only you can be conservative and dull to meet your standards, then please forgive me as the president of a clothing company, your aesthetics do not matter.
Sorry, but I can't accept your reasons for firing me. " Rachel had used fashion, diversity, sophistication and elegance to describe her dress and fit. Which is in fact the theme of the company and more importantly.
But more to the point she had been wearing the company's branded clothes from day one. Yet, not a single person noticed not even this president. Its no wonder the company failed in the future. The man only thought about the business side and not about fashion or the sense of it.
"I would also like to add that what I am wearing is from this year's spring collection. But, your firing for wearing this company's clothes." Rachel smiled, with a slight mocking giggle. "The Media would sure like to know about a company firing an employee for wearing their clothes." Vitor Bezerra, the President's assistant who was standing off to the side was sweating on the inside.
There was silence in the office. After about half a minute, the President said, "Bring her information."
Vitor quickly walked away leaving for Rachel and the President in the room. Since it would be a wait, Rachel gave no hesitation to sit down in the chair.
She allowed the President to observed her carefully. He his a handsome heir and as experienced too many temptations and naturally cannot distinguish some of the body signals with special meanings.
Rachel wanted to grit her teeth his facial expression show slightly, but, that was enough to read him. He thought she was seducing him. Thinking about it some more, this man and Reginaldo.
Have similar personalities, for a moment Rachel was full of hate.