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.

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

sent a head honcho,

passed, the

many of the

distant. The

his frustration, he lacked the capacity to change

want every department

Dean rushed off to send

hour later.

out of 38 chairs that should have been

of finance says her kid’s sick today; she

says he’s not feeling well; he’s resting

“Tell them if they’re not here tomorrow, they needn’t

came to the meeting thought Arabella

folks need to kiss your lazy days