The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 63

This place was seriously going downhill. Not a spark of life in sight.

Arabella walked back into the office and barely took a seat when Dean, the perpetually late assistant, barged in.

“Sorry I’m late, huh? Where’s the boss? Wasn’t he supposed to be here today? Kid, have you seen the boss? You need to get up; he should be arriving soon! You can’t sit there!”

Dean rattled on, then realized the girl in front of him was just watching him with a nonchalant air that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Arabella.

“Ms. Bennett,” Dean rushed forward, scared out of his wits.

From his stammering explanation, Arabella got the gist.

fashion industry, hiring a number of talents, some good at management

even sent a head honcho, Oscar, to

time passed, the company saw little improvement.

the talents

headquarters had grown distant. The overall atmosphere in the company

for a year, and despite his frustration, he lacked

I want every department head

to send out mass

hour later.

room, out of 38 chairs that should have been filled, only nine

of finance says her kid’s sick today; she took

of procurement says he’s not feeling well; he’s

him off: “Tell them if they’re not here tomorrow, they needn’t bother coming

the meeting thought

need to kiss your lazy days