‘Valerian Rossfield is Adonis incarnate’ was how one infatuated fan had described him, and whereas which may even be true…

If solely all the opposite ladies knew he is also the Satan incarnate when pissed, Heather thought with a personal sigh.

“Are you able to do me a favor?” Heather requested lastly. “The following time we now have a brand new lady working for us, are you able to inform her straight off that you simply’re unavailable?”

“That is a waste of my time,” Valerian dismissed. “However be happy to say so on my behalf in the event you suppose it is that necessary.”

Mm…

Heather absently drummed her fingers on the desk as she thought-about Valerian’s phrases.

If she did as he requested, a good lady would thus know higher than to cross any strains. And as for many who endured in pursuing him and ended up being cruelly rejected by Valerian—-Both they weren’t the respectable kind within the first place or they have been just too cussed for their very own good.

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YOU CAN’T BE TOO FRIENDLY, however you possibly can’t be too quiet both.

He hates having his time wasted, so do not ever make him await something.

You are to deal with him as ‘sir’ and nothing else.

By the point Pleasure and Giovanni despatched Poppy away in a cab, her head was swimming with all of the directions and warnings they’d thrown her approach, and she or he couldn’t bear in mind a single factor about it.

I am so doomed, God. Halp!

Her heartbeat had already skyrocketed to a record-breaking fee when the cab let her off on the spectacular foyer of Rossfield Inc., and her arms have been visibly shaking as she handed over Pleasure’s referral letter to the receptionist.

“Please sit down,” the opposite lady provided with a well mannered smile. “It often takes some time earlier than first-time guests are cleared for penthouse entry.”

Poppy had a moderately hysterical urge to snicker. All she was right here for was to present a wealthy man his bi-monthly trim. So why did it really feel like she was about to enter a high-security jail as a substitute?

She tried to not really feel self-conscious as she headed to the ready space. Everybody round her appeared so posh, in a corporate-shark-kind-of-way, whereas right here she was in her salon uniform, which consisted of a monogrammed buttoned-up shirt, denims, and a sturdy pair of loafers.

She needed to keep in mind that this was a Heaven-sent alternative. She had dreamt and prayed to be assigned to one of many salon’s VIP purchasers for therefore lengthy. It was lastly occurring, and she or he should not mess it up by being nervous.

Please God, please cease me from doing something silly.

In the present day is likely to be the primary time in Salon Joyieux’s fourteen-year-history {that a} junior stylist like herself could be assigned a VIP consumer, however she wasn’t going to freak out about that. Giovanni may’ve mentioned one thing about her consumer being a billionaire workaholic whose exacting perspective and rumored impatience made Gordon Ramsey appear to be a saint, however…she wasn’t going to freak out over it both.

It doesn’t matter what, Poppy was decided to play it cool. She would solely give attention to the truth that she liked her job, and—-

“Ms. Cortez?”

Poppy had already jumped to her ft like a soldier earlier than realizing this may solely additional betray her nervousness.

Oops.

The lady in entrance of her appeared to be in her early forties and dressed so stylishly that she may very nicely be a billionaire herself.

Oh. Wait. Possibly she actually was?

The opposite lady raised a forehead at Poppy. “You’re Poppy Cortez, aren’t you?”

Eep!

Poppy instantly lowered her head in apology. “I am so sorry, Mrs. Rossfield—-“

The opposite lady appeared appalled. “Oh, I am not Mr. Rossfield’s spouse. And he is not married both.”

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