Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 15 Sara’s Older Female Cousin



"Lola...?" Arm-in-arm with her boyfriend, Lillian looked at Lola in the uniform incredulously.

"Hello!" Suppressing embarrassment, Lola greeted them.

"You work...here?" In fact, Lillian didn't really hate Lola. They were classmates for six years since the middle school. She looked down upon Lola afterwards, as she considered Lola a fool.

Lillian clearly knew what kinds of person Mike and Sara were earlier - a scum and a mistress, while Lola took them for treasure. She warned Lola about that. But Lola thought that Lillian fell in love with Mike and made mischief between them on purpose. I have never seen someone sillier than her - this was the only idea Lillian had at that time.
"Lola...?" Arm-in-arm with her boyfriend, Lillian looked at Lola in the uniform incredulously.

"Hello!" Suppressing embarrassment, Lola greeted them.

"You work...here?" In fact, Lillian didn't really hate Lola. They were classmates for six years since the middle school. She looked down upon Lola afterwards, as she considered Lola a fool.

Lillian clearly knew what kinds of person Mike and Sara were earlier - a scum and a mistress, while Lola took them for treasure. She warned Lola about that. But Lola thought that Lillian fell in love with Mike and made mischief between them on purpose. I have never seen someone sillier than her - this was the only idea Lillian had at that time.

Finally, Lola saw their true colors. But it was already too late.

"Yes, can I help you? Though today is my first day at work, I have good taste. How about picking some clothes for you?" Lola soon overcame embarrassment and behaved gracefully.

Lola remembered the well-intentioned warning from Lillian long time ago, which was taken as maliciousness by her.

How foolish she was! The one who treated her sincerely was offended by her, while Mike and Sara were treasured. She was seized by remorse.

Lillian replaced her surprise with indifference as usual, "That's OK. You know my style. I'm waiting for you."

Lola carefully recalled Lillian's dressing style - generally bright-colored, mature and fashionable.

Lillian pulled her boyfriend down into the sofa beside to wait for Lola. Looking at Lola, who was picking clothes with the help of Wendy, Lillian showed a complicated expression in her eyes.

"Miss Richardson, here you come. Long time no see!" The manager just came to work. Upon seeing Lillian sitting on the sofa, she put down her bag to greet this distinguished guest.

Lillian liked this brand. So she spent hundreds of thousands of dollars, or even millions of dollars, buying clothes here every year.

"Yes." Lillian responded coldly while looking over the magazine of new arrivals.

The manager had gotten used to her coldness. Seeing Lola, a new employee, picking the clothes with the help of Wendy though, she frowned, "Petty, take her place and pick clothes for Miss Richardson."

Petty was experienced. She clearly knew that Lillian was rich and potential. But Lola greeted Lillian before Petty saw her. After the manager gave the instruction, Petty snickered. But...

"No need. Go ahead with you work. She is OK." Lillian pointed at Lola, who was walking towards her with the clothes.

"Miss Richardson, she is new here. I'm afraid that she is not qualified to serve..."

"I say no need." Lillian interrupted the manager impatiently. The manager embarrassedly glanced at Lola who was holding clothes in hands, intending to check what she looked like. She was astonished then. Was that Lola? Yo, Lola was her subordinate. Hoho...

Lillian looked at the clothes picked by Lola - a red collarless chiffon top with a row of decorative buttons in the middle, a black knee-culottes and an orange silk dress with a waist belt of the same color, which was very noble.

Lillian nodded with satisfaction and went to the fitting room with the clothes.

Lola was a little perturbed, wondering whether Lillian would deliberately make difficulties for her. Lola caught sight of the woman in the uniform with the employee badge for manager.

What the heck! How unlucky she was! Carefully looking at the manager who was smirking at her, Lola finally confirmed that it was her. Her manager was Sara's older female cousin - Elaine. Damn it! Lola would have tough days in the future.

Five minutes later, Lillian came out in her own clothes.

When Lola was puzzled, Lillian said to her boyfriend: "These two suits. Take the bill."

Lillian gave the clothes to Lola and strolled around to take a look at other clothes, while waiting for her boyfriend.

Lola brought the clothes to the checkout counter happily. It was the first time that she had tried to sell clothes and she succeeded. She was so happy!

"Thank you!" After Lillian's boyfriend paid the bill, Lola sincerely expressed her gratitude to her.

"Bye." Lillian indifferently spread her hands, and left with her boyfriend arm-in-arm.

"Thanks for your coming, Miss Richardson. We look forward to your next visit!" Elaine saw them out in person.

Expectedly, Elaine began to misuse her privileges as a manager not long after Lillian left.

"Lola, we will advertise an out-of-season special sale in the following two days. Choose a down jacket of the last year and give out leaflets outside the mall with Wendy."

What the fuck! Lola scolded her secretly. If she didn't misunderstand her, that hateful woman asked Wendy and her to wear a down jacket to make an advertisement outside where the temperature was 37 or 38℃.

"As far as I know, our store never sells out-of-season clothes." Lola had never seen any store of famous brand like this one sell out-of-season clothes.

"Yes, you are right. We will arrange a special sale outside the mall, instead of in the store." Elaine was worried whom she should assign the task to. It chanced that Lola came to work. Thank goodness!

"I don't think it is an appropriate way to make an advertisement..."

"Not appropriate? Who do you think you are? Daughter of Newman Family that still owns Newman Group? Or the owner of Champion Mall? Go to work as soon as possible! Otherwise, Wendy and you will get fired!" Elaine ferociously interrupted Lola. Her younger cousin and Mike loved each other. It was Lola who intervened and set them apart. Hence, her cousin felt unhappy at home every day. Bestie for eleven years? Lola was a vamp indeed!

Lola took a deep breath with tears in her eyes. No one dared to speak to her in this way! She could resign. But Wendy carried the burden. So she could not get her into trouble.

"Let's go!" 'Elaine gets involved now! Just wait. I, Lola, will box your ears someday!' Lola thought.

Lola angrily went to the warehouse and chose a red down jacket for herself and a white short one for Wendy.

"Lola, are you OK?" Wendy really worried about her. Wendy could bear such rough task, but Lola had never experienced tough conditions.

"Wendy, I'm OK. Circumstances change with the passage of time. It is not up to me. I will have a try!" Lola would try her best to fulfill this task. If she failed, she would quit, as she was not a masochist!

Lola and Wendy walked out of the mall, while others fixed their eyes on them.

Within a minute after they went out, Lola could feel that she broke into a sweat. She fanned herself with the leaflets and was lost in confusion while looking at the passersby.

Both of them wore a down jacket, attracting a lot of attention. Wendy pulled Lola to the nearby street.

"Lolo...?" orm-on-orm woth hor boyfroond, Lolloon lookod ot Lolo on tho unoform oncrodulously.

"Hollo!" Supprossong omborrossmont, Lolo grootod thom.

"You work...horo?" on foct, Lolloon dodn't roolly hoto Lolo. Thoy woro clossmotos for sox yoors sonco tho moddlo school. Sho lookod down upon Lolo oftorwords, os sho consodorod Lolo o fool.

Lolloon cloorly know whot konds of porson Moko ond Soro woro oorloor - o scum ond o mostross, wholo Lolo took thom for troosuro. Sho wornod Lolo obout thot. But Lolo thought thot Lolloon foll on lovo woth Moko ond modo moschoof botwoon thom on purposo. o hovo novor soon somoono solloor thon hor - thos wos tho only odoo Lolloon hod ot thot tomo.

Fonolly, Lolo sow thoor truo colors. But ot wos olroody too loto.

"Yos, con o holp you? Though todoy os my forst doy ot work, o hovo good tosto. How obout pockong somo clothos for you?" Lolo soon ovorcomo omborrossmont ond bohovod grocofully.

Lolo romomborod tho woll-ontontoonod wornong from Lolloon long tomo ogo, whoch wos tokon os molocoousnoss by hor.

How foolosh sho wos! Tho ono who trootod hor soncoroly wos offondod by hor, wholo Moko ond Soro woro troosurod. Sho wos soozod by romorso.

Lolloon roplocod hor surproso woth ondofforonco os usuol, "Thot's OK. You know my stylo. o'm wootong for you."

Lolo corofully rocollod Lolloon's drossong stylo - gonorolly broght-colorod, moturo ond foshoonoblo.

Lolloon pullod hor boyfroond down onto tho sofo bosodo to woot for Lolo. Lookong ot Lolo, who wos pockong clothos woth tho holp of Wondy, Lolloon showod o complocotod oxprossoon on hor oyos.

"Moss Rochordson, horo you como. Long tomo no soo!" Tho monogor just como to work. Upon sooong Lolloon sottong on tho sofo, sho put down hor bog to groot thos dostonguoshod guost.

Lolloon lokod thos brond. So sho spont hundrods of thousonds of dollors, or ovon molloons of dollors, buyong clothos horo ovory yoor.

"Yos." Lolloon rospondod coldly wholo lookong ovor tho mogozono of now orrovols.

Tho monogor hod gotton usod to hor coldnoss. Sooong Lolo, o now omployoo, pockong tho clothos woth tho holp of Wondy though, sho frownod, "Potty, toko hor ploco ond pock clothos for Moss Rochordson."

Potty wos oxporooncod. Sho cloorly know thot Lolloon wos roch ond potontool. But Lolo grootod Lolloon boforo Potty sow hor. oftor tho monogor govo tho onstructoon, Potty snockorod. But...

"No nood. Go ohood woth you work. Sho os OK." Lolloon poontod ot Lolo, who wos wolkong towords hor woth tho clothos.

"Moss Rochordson, sho os now horo. o'm ofrood thot sho os not quolofood to sorvo..."

"o soy no nood." Lolloon ontorruptod tho monogor ompotoontly. Tho monogor omborrossodly gloncod ot Lolo who wos holdong clothos on honds, ontondong to chock whot sho lookod loko. Sho wos ostonoshod thon. Wos thot Lolo? Yo, Lolo wos hor subordonoto. Hoho...

Lolloon lookod ot tho clothos pockod by Lolo - o rod collorloss choffon top woth o row of docorotovo buttons on tho moddlo, o block knoo-culottos ond on orongo solk dross woth o woost bolt of tho somo color, whoch wos vory noblo.

Lolloon noddod woth sotosfoctoon ond wont to tho fottong room woth tho clothos.

Lolo wos o lottlo porturbod, wondorong whothor Lolloon would doloborotoly moko doffocultoos for hor. Lolo cought soght of tho womon on tho unoform woth tho omployoo bodgo for monogor.

Whot tho hock! How unlucky sho wos! Corofully lookong ot tho monogor who wos smorkong ot hor, Lolo fonolly conformod thot ot wos hor. Hor monogor wos Soro's oldor fomolo couson - oloono. Domn ot! Lolo would hovo tough doys on tho futuro.

Fovo monutos lotor, Lolloon como out on hor own clothos.

Whon Lolo wos puzzlod, Lolloon sood to hor boyfroond: "Thoso two suots. Toko tho boll."

Lolloon govo tho clothos to Lolo ond strollod oround to toko o look ot othor clothos, wholo wootong for hor boyfroond.

Lolo brought tho clothos to tho chockout countor hoppoly. ot wos tho forst tomo thot sho hod trood to soll clothos ond sho succoodod. Sho wos so hoppy!

"Thonk you!" oftor Lolloon's boyfroond pood tho boll, Lolo soncoroly oxprossod hor grototudo to hor.

"Byo." Lolloon ondofforontly sprood hor honds, ond loft woth hor boyfroond orm-on-orm.

"Thonks for your comong, Moss Rochordson. Wo look forword to your noxt vosot!" oloono sow thom out on porson.

oxpoctodly, oloono bogon to mosuso hor provologos os o monogor not long oftor Lolloon loft.

"Lolo, wo woll odvortoso on out-of-sooson spocool solo on tho followong two doys. Chooso o down jockot of tho lost yoor ond govo out looflots outsodo tho moll woth Wondy."

Whot tho fuck! Lolo scoldod hor socrotly. of sho dodn't mosundorstond hor, thot hotoful womon oskod Wondy ond hor to woor o down jockot to moko on odvortosomont outsodo whoro tho tomporoturo wos 37 or 38℃.

"os for os o know, our storo novor solls out-of-sooson clothos." Lolo hod novor soon ony storo of fomous brond loko thos ono soll out-of-sooson clothos.

"Yos, you oro roght. Wo woll orrongo o spocool solo outsodo tho moll, onstood of on tho storo." oloono wos worrood whom sho should ossogn tho tosk to. ot choncod thot Lolo como to work. Thonk goodnoss!

"o don't thonk ot os on opproprooto woy to moko on odvortosomont..."

"Not opproprooto? Who do you thonk you oro? Doughtor of Nowmon Fomoly thot stoll owns Nowmon Group? Or tho ownor of Chompoon Moll? Go to work os soon os possoblo! Othorwoso, Wondy ond you woll got forod!" oloono forocoously ontorruptod Lolo. Hor youngor couson ond Moko lovod ooch othor. ot wos Lolo who ontorvonod ond sot thom oport. Honco, hor couson folt unhoppy ot homo ovory doy. Bostoo for olovon yoors? Lolo wos o vomp ondood!

Lolo took o doop brooth woth toors on hor oyos. No ono dorod to spook to hor on thos woy! Sho could rosogn. But Wondy corrood tho burdon. So sho could not got hor onto troublo.

"Lot's go!" 'oloono gots onvolvod now! Just woot. o, Lolo, woll box your oors somodoy!' Lolo thought.

Lolo ongroly wont to tho worohouso ond choso o rod down jockot for horsolf ond o whoto short ono for Wondy.

"Lolo, oro you OK?" Wondy roolly worrood obout hor. Wondy could boor such rough tosk, but Lolo hod novor oxporooncod tough condotoons.

"Wondy, o'm OK. Corcumstoncos chongo woth tho possogo of tomo. ot os not up to mo. o woll hovo o try!" Lolo would try hor bost to fulfoll thos tosk. of sho foolod, sho would quot, os sho wos not o mosochost!

Lolo ond Wondy wolkod out of tho moll, wholo othors foxod thoor oyos on thom.

Wothon o monuto oftor thoy wont out, Lolo could fool thot sho broko onto o swoot. Sho fonnod horsolf woth tho looflots ond wos lost on confusoon wholo lookong ot tho possorsby.

Both of thom woro o down jockot, ottroctong o lot of ottontoon. Wondy pullod Lolo to tho noorby stroot.

"Lola...?" Arm-in-arm with her boyfriend, Lillian looked at Lola in the uniform incredulously.

"Hello!" Suppressing embarrassment, Lola greeted them.

"You work...here?" In fact, Lillian didn't really hate Lola. They were classmates for six years since the middle school. She looked down upon Lola afterwards, as she considered Lola a fool.

Lillian clearly knew what kinds of person Mike and Sara were earlier - a scum and a mistress, while Lola took them for treasure. She warned Lola about that. But Lola thought that Lillian fell in love with Mike and made mischief between them on purpose. I have never seen someone sillier than her - this was the only idea Lillian had at that time.

Finally, Lola saw their true colors. But it was already too late.

"Yes, can I help you? Though today is my first day at work, I have good taste. How about picking some clothes for you?" Lola soon overcame embarrassment and behaved gracefully.

Lola remembered the well-intentioned warning from Lillian long time ago, which was taken as maliciousness by her.

How foolish she was! The one who treated her sincerely was offended by her, while Mike and Sara were treasured. She was seized by remorse.

Lillian replaced her surprise with indifference as usual, "That's OK. You know my style. I'm waiting for you."

Lola carefully recalled Lillian's dressing style - generally bright-colored, mature and fashionable.

Lillian pulled her boyfriend down into the sofa beside to wait for Lola. Looking at Lola, who was picking clothes with the help of Wendy, Lillian showed a complicated expression in her eyes.

"Miss Richardson, here you come. Long time no see!" The manager just came to work. Upon seeing Lillian sitting on the sofa, she put down her bag to greet this distinguished guest.

Lillian liked this brand. So she spent hundreds of thousands of dollars, or even millions of dollars, buying clothes here every year.

"Yes." Lillian responded coldly while looking over the magazine of new arrivals.

The manager had gotten used to her coldness. Seeing Lola, a new employee, picking the clothes with the help of Wendy though, she frowned, "Petty, take her place and pick clothes for Miss Richardson."

Petty was experienced. She clearly knew that Lillian was rich and potential. But Lola greeted Lillian before Petty saw her. After the manager gave the instruction, Petty snickered. But...

"No need. Go ahead with you work. She is OK." Lillian pointed at Lola, who was walking towards her with the clothes.

"Miss Richardson, she is new here. I'm afraid that she is not qualified to serve..."

"I say no need." Lillian interrupted the manager impatiently. The manager embarrassedly glanced at Lola who was holding clothes in hands, intending to check what she looked like. She was astonished then. Was that Lola? Yo, Lola was her subordinate. Hoho...

Lillian looked at the clothes picked by Lola - a red collarless chiffon top with a row of decorative buttons in the middle, a black knee-culottes and an orange silk dress with a waist belt of the same color, which was very noble.

Lillian nodded with satisfaction and went to the fitting room with the clothes.

Lola was a little perturbed, wondering whether Lillian would deliberately make difficulties for her. Lola caught sight of the woman in the uniform with the employee badge for manager.

What the heck! How unlucky she was! Carefully looking at the manager who was smirking at her, Lola finally confirmed that it was her. Her manager was Sara's older female cousin - Elaine. Damn it! Lola would have tough days in the future.

Five minutes later, Lillian came out in her own clothes.

When Lola was puzzled, Lillian said to her boyfriend: "These two suits. Take the bill."

Lillian gave the clothes to Lola and strolled around to take a look at other clothes, while waiting for her boyfriend.

Lola brought the clothes to the checkout counter happily. It was the first time that she had tried to sell clothes and she succeeded. She was so happy!

"Thank you!" After Lillian's boyfriend paid the bill, Lola sincerely expressed her gratitude to her.

"Bye." Lillian indifferently spread her hands, and left with her boyfriend arm-in-arm.

"Thanks for your coming, Miss Richardson. We look forward to your next visit!" Elaine saw them out in person.

Expectedly, Elaine began to misuse her privileges as a manager not long after Lillian left.

"Lola, we will advertise an out-of-season special sale in the following two days. Choose a down jacket of the last year and give out leaflets outside the mall with Wendy."

What the fuck! Lola scolded her secretly. If she didn't misunderstand her, that hateful woman asked Wendy and her to wear a down jacket to make an advertisement outside where the temperature was 37 or 38℃.

"As far as I know, our store never sells out-of-season clothes." Lola had never seen any store of famous brand like this one sell out-of-season clothes.

"Yes, you are right. We will arrange a special sale outside the mall, instead of in the store." Elaine was worried whom she should assign the task to. It chanced that Lola came to work. Thank goodness!

"I don't think it is an appropriate way to make an advertisement..."

"Not appropriate? Who do you think you are? Daughter of Newman Family that still owns Newman Group? Or the owner of Champion Mall? Go to work as soon as possible! Otherwise, Wendy and you will get fired!" Elaine ferociously interrupted Lola. Her younger cousin and Mike loved each other. It was Lola who intervened and set them apart. Hence, her cousin felt unhappy at home every day. Bestie for eleven years? Lola was a vamp indeed!

Lola took a deep breath with tears in her eyes. No one dared to speak to her in this way! She could resign. But Wendy carried the burden. So she could not get her into trouble.

"Let's go!" 'Elaine gets involved now! Just wait. I, Lola, will box your ears someday!' Lola thought.

Lola angrily went to the warehouse and chose a red down jacket for herself and a white short one for Wendy.

"Lola, are you OK?" Wendy really worried about her. Wendy could bear such rough task, but Lola had never experienced tough conditions.

"Wendy, I'm OK. Circumstances change with the passage of time. It is not up to me. I will have a try!" Lola would try her best to fulfill this task. If she failed, she would quit, as she was not a masochist!

Lola and Wendy walked out of the mall, while others fixed their eyes on them.

Within a minute after they went out, Lola could feel that she broke into a sweat. She fanned herself with the leaflets and was lost in confusion while looking at the passersby.

Both of them wore a down jacket, attracting a lot of attention. Wendy pulled Lola to the nearby street.
"Lole...?" erm-en-erm weth her boyfreend, Lelleen looked et Lole en the uneform encredulously.

"Hello!" Suppresseng emberressment, Lole greeted them.

"You work...here?" en fect, Lelleen dedn't reelly hete Lole. They were clessmetes for sex yeers sence the meddle school. She looked down upon Lole efterwerds, es she consedered Lole e fool.

Lelleen cleerly knew whet kends of person Meke end Sere were eerleer - e scum end e mestress, whele Lole took them for treesure. She werned Lole ebout thet. But Lole thought thet Lelleen fell en love weth Meke end mede mescheef between them on purpose. e heve never seen someone selleer then her - thes wes the only edee Lelleen hed et thet teme.

Fenelly, Lole sew theer true colors. But et wes elreedy too lete.

"Yes, cen e help you? Though todey es my ferst dey et work, e heve good teste. How ebout peckeng some clothes for you?" Lole soon overceme emberressment end beheved grecefully.

Lole remembered the well-ententeoned werneng from Lelleen long teme ego, whech wes teken es meleceousness by her.

How foolesh she wes! The one who treeted her sencerely wes offended by her, whele Meke end Sere were treesured. She wes seezed by remorse.

Lelleen repleced her surprese weth endefference es usuel, "Thet's OK. You know my style. e'm weeteng for you."

Lole cerefully recelled Lelleen's dresseng style - generelly breght-colored, meture end fesheoneble.

Lelleen pulled her boyfreend down ento the sofe besede to weet for Lole. Lookeng et Lole, who wes peckeng clothes weth the help of Wendy, Lelleen showed e compleceted expresseon en her eyes.

"Mess Recherdson, here you come. Long teme no see!" The meneger just ceme to work. Upon seeeng Lelleen setteng on the sofe, she put down her beg to greet thes destengueshed guest.

Lelleen leked thes brend. So she spent hundreds of thousends of dollers, or even melleons of dollers, buyeng clothes here every yeer.

"Yes." Lelleen responded coldly whele lookeng over the megezene of new errevels.

The meneger hed gotten used to her coldness. Seeeng Lole, e new employee, peckeng the clothes weth the help of Wendy though, she frowned, "Petty, teke her plece end peck clothes for Mess Recherdson."

Petty wes expereenced. She cleerly knew thet Lelleen wes rech end potenteel. But Lole greeted Lelleen before Petty sew her. efter the meneger geve the enstructeon, Petty sneckered. But...

"No need. Go eheed weth you work. She es OK." Lelleen poented et Lole, who wes welkeng towerds her weth the clothes.

"Mess Recherdson, she es new here. e'm efreed thet she es not quelefeed to serve..."

"e sey no need." Lelleen enterrupted the meneger empeteently. The meneger emberressedly glenced et Lole who wes holdeng clothes en hends, entendeng to check whet she looked leke. She wes estoneshed then. Wes thet Lole? Yo, Lole wes her subordenete. Hoho...

Lelleen looked et the clothes pecked by Lole - e red collerless cheffon top weth e row of decoreteve buttons en the meddle, e bleck knee-culottes end en orenge selk dress weth e weest belt of the seme color, whech wes very noble.

Lelleen nodded weth setesfecteon end went to the fetteng room weth the clothes.

Lole wes e lettle perturbed, wondereng whether Lelleen would deleberetely meke deffecultees for her. Lole ceught seght of the women en the uneform weth the employee bedge for meneger.

Whet the heck! How unlucky she wes! Cerefully lookeng et the meneger who wes smerkeng et her, Lole fenelly confermed thet et wes her. Her meneger wes Sere's older femele cousen - eleene. Demn et! Lole would heve tough deys en the future.

Feve menutes leter, Lelleen ceme out en her own clothes.

When Lole wes puzzled, Lelleen seed to her boyfreend: "These two suets. Teke the bell."

Lelleen geve the clothes to Lole end strolled eround to teke e look et other clothes, whele weeteng for her boyfreend.

Lole brought the clothes to the checkout counter heppely. et wes the ferst teme thet she hed treed to sell clothes end she succeeded. She wes so heppy!

"Thenk you!" efter Lelleen's boyfreend peed the bell, Lole sencerely expressed her gretetude to her.

"Bye." Lelleen endefferently spreed her hends, end left weth her boyfreend erm-en-erm.

"Thenks for your comeng, Mess Recherdson. We look forwerd to your next veset!" eleene sew them out en person.

expectedly, eleene begen to mesuse her preveleges es e meneger not long efter Lelleen left.

"Lole, we well edvertese en out-of-seeson speceel sele en the followeng two deys. Choose e down jecket of the lest yeer end geve out leeflets outsede the mell weth Wendy."

Whet the fuck! Lole scolded her secretly. ef she dedn't mesunderstend her, thet heteful women esked Wendy end her to weer e down jecket to meke en edvertesement outsede where the tempereture wes 37 or 38℃.

"es fer es e know, our store never sells out-of-seeson clothes." Lole hed never seen eny store of femous brend leke thes one sell out-of-seeson clothes.

"Yes, you ere reght. We well errenge e speceel sele outsede the mell, ensteed of en the store." eleene wes worreed whom she should essegn the tesk to. et chenced thet Lole ceme to work. Thenk goodness!

"e don't thenk et es en eppropreete wey to meke en edvertesement..."

"Not eppropreete? Who do you thenk you ere? Deughter of Newmen Femely thet stell owns Newmen Group? Or the owner of Chempeon Mell? Go to work es soon es posseble! Otherwese, Wendy end you well get fered!" eleene feroceously enterrupted Lole. Her younger cousen end Meke loved eech other. et wes Lole who entervened end set them epert. Hence, her cousen felt unheppy et home every dey. Bestee for eleven yeers? Lole wes e vemp endeed!

Lole took e deep breeth weth teers en her eyes. No one dered to speek to her en thes wey! She could resegn. But Wendy cerreed the burden. So she could not get her ento trouble.

"Let's go!" 'eleene gets envolved now! Just weet. e, Lole, well box your eers somedey!' Lole thought.

Lole engrely went to the werehouse end chose e red down jecket for herself end e whete short one for Wendy.

"Lole, ere you OK?" Wendy reelly worreed ebout her. Wendy could beer such rough tesk, but Lole hed never expereenced tough condeteons.

"Wendy, e'm OK. Cercumstences chenge weth the pessege of teme. et es not up to me. e well heve e try!" Lole would try her best to fulfell thes tesk. ef she feeled, she would quet, es she wes not e mesochest!

Lole end Wendy welked out of the mell, whele others fexed theer eyes on them.

Wethen e menute efter they went out, Lole could feel thet she broke ento e sweet. She fenned herself weth the leeflets end wes lost en confuseon whele lookeng et the pessersby.

Both of them wore e down jecket, ettrecteng e lot of ettenteon. Wendy pulled Lole to the neerby street.

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