Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 471

An hour later, at Poppy Petal Fragrances.

Today marked Marguerite’s first day at the company, and the CEO herself, Penelope, personally guided her through the orientation process.

Skipping the usual entry-level grind, Penelope had appointed Marguerite as a senior fragrance designer right off the bat.

“Marguerite, your office is right across from mine,” Penelope said warmly. “I’ve arranged for an assistant for you, about your age. If you need anything, just ask her.”

Marguerite blushed with modesty. “Penelope, that’s really kind of you. I’m just here to work, and you’ve set the bar so high, I’m afraid I’ll let you down.”

Penelope quickly patted Marguerite’s hand, feigning annoyance.

“What’s this ‘Penelope’ business? You’re making it sound so formal! Call me Auntie! Besides, my instincts are never wrong. I have confidence in you, so you better start believing in yourself!”

Marguerite was taken aback. Landing a management role on her first day was unbelievable enough, but Penelope asking her to call her ‘Auntie’?

of times, Marguerite

now on, I’ll call

so casually brought a smile to Penelope’s

her eyes beaming as they surveyed her new protégé. Then, with a sudden flourish, Penelope removed the sapphire blue silk scarf from around her neck and gently draped it over Marguerite’s shoulders, tying it into a

of style-minimal on the jewelry. Remember, we’re in the beauty business; it’s linked to fashion. Spruce yourself up a bit; it gives you energy, whether at work or in life. This is my favorite scarf, and I want you to have

sapphire scarf, its silky fabric

grandmother Laverne, who had also encouraged her to shine

moment, Marguerite realized Penelope was more than just a boss; she was like family

the gift, Marguerite smiled gratefully,

of her hand, Penelope led Marguerite to her office. “Settle in. I’ll have your

Penelope left, Marguerite waited in her office. Finally, the assistant entered, and

was mutual, and in unison, they exclaimed, “Why

they parachuted in? Marguerite, what kind of spell do you have? You’ve got Mr. Winston’s mother

Jocelyn sound so frail! Jocelyn and I respect each other;