C2 A Sudden Allure

Kayla’s POV

She burst into my office, visibly shaken as if she had just seen a ghost. I pointed at the

files scattered on my desk and exclaimed, "What is the meaning of this? How many

times have I emphasized the importance of thoroughly checking every ingredient used

in our production to ensure authenticity? Why are we incurring losses? Why are there

negative reviews? And you have the audacity to present this to me? Are you indirectly

suggesting that it is my fault?! How dare you?!"I growled, my voice carrying the same

authoritative tone as always.

I never took my brand lightly; it was the very foundation that had propelled me to

billionaire status. I had endured countless struggles to reach the position I held even as

an orphan, and now she wanted to jeopardize it?

Maintaining my position as number one in the beauty industry is crucial. The thought

of losing it filled me with worry. The implications for myself, my models, and my

employees are daunting. I let out a depleted sigh, contemplating the potential

consequences.

Rising from my desk, I approached her, resolute. "Listen, you need to take charge of this

situation," I maintained. "In fact, what actions have you taken thus far to address this

matter?"

Observing her open and closing her mouth without a response, I couldn't

resist inquiring further, “Don't tell me that you’ve just been idly sitting, with your

hands neatly folded, awaiting my arrival?” I gazed at her, a mix of disbelief and

expectation evident in my eyes.

“I’m sorry ma’am” she blurted out, her words rushed and contrite.

"Olivia, you’re sorry? Take those products down immediately! Schedule a meeting with

the production team. Actually, it's unnecessary. None of you will receive any incentives

for the next two months! Leave my office!" I exclaimed with evident anger in my voice.

Without hesitation, she stormed out of my office.

How could she display such carelessness?

In an attempt to find relief from the intense heat that had consumed me moments ago, I

adjusted the air conditioner to a cooler temperature. Swiftly, I drafted a concise apology

note to address the public for the inconveniences caused thus far. The media team

assumed responsibility for its dissemination, and it proved to be a successful endeavor.

One of the distinguishing factors that set me apart from other brands is my capacity to

recognize my mistakes, offer sincere apologies, and embrace positive change.

Seeking a break from the office, I ventured to a nearby restaurant to satisfy my rumbling

stomach. After experiencing an outburst of anger, my appetite had heightened. Arriving

promptly at Cosmic Flavors, I was welcomed by friendly faces, including those with a

vested interest in gratuities. As I scanned the restaurant, my eyes settled on a pleasant

spot near the window, enticing me to make my way toward it. Within moments, a

captivating woman with a warm brown complexion approached my table.

"Good day, ma'am. May I kindly take your order?" she inquired, her face radiating with

a beaming smile.

Glancing at her name tag, I responded, "Certainly, Naomi. Please go ahead," I

acknowledged, appreciating her attentive service.

Passing me the iPad, I swiftly perused the digital menu, and my eyes settled on the

tantalizing option of celestial pasta. Intrigued by the thought of al dente noodles

enveloped in a flavorful sauce, adorned with a medley of vibrant vegetables and

aromatic herbs, I made my selection without hesitation.

She thanked me and left immediately. Within a few short minutes, my eagerly

anticipated meal arrived. As I savored each delightful bite, my attention was

momentarily diverted by the entrance of a young, exceptionally handsome man. His

strikingly attractive features were so captivating that one couldn't help but be entranced

by his presence.

I observed as he made a beeline toward my location. It appeared that he, too, preferred

the spot near the window. Engrossed in his phone, I attentively observed the waitress

approaching him. After selecting his meal, he was promptly served. At that moment, he

glanced in my direction, acknowledging my presence, yet failing to recognize my

identity. The disbelief washed over me - how could he not know who I was? Really? I am

the CEO of Ethereal Glow. I found myself utterly bewildered.

"Ma'am, pardon me. Could you assist me in capturing a picture?" He said, interrupting

my train of thought. Startled by the sudden request, I shifted my attention towards him

and noticed his outstretched hand holding his phone already set to capture.

With a smile, I extended my hand to retrieve his phone, capturing delightful pictures as

per his request.

"Thank you very much. I genuinely appreciate it," he said, his face radiant with a wide

grin.

"You're welcome. That jacket looks absolutely stunning on you. Your style is really

impressive," I complimented, gesturing towards his striking Swedish jacket. "By the way,

your complexion is radiant as well. I couldn't help but wonder, what skincare products

do you use?" I inquired with genuine curiosity.

Grinning appreciatively, he replied, "Thank you for the compliment. And I'm glad you

like my skin. Actually, it's a product I created. I'm an entrepreneur who specializes in

skin care production and grooming," he explained, a hint of pride evident in his voice.

I couldn't help but be amazed upon learning that he had single-handedly developed the

product. My eyes widened as I contemplated his achievement, prompting me to ponder

his age. He could be just twenty-three and already accomplishing such remarkable feats?

The mere thought of it was mind-blowing.

“Really amazing,” I said in awe, genuinely impressed by his entrepreneurial talent and

the level of accomplishment he had attained at such a young age.

"You look absolutely stunning," he commented, his gaze sweeping across my figure.

Sensing a hint of flirtation in his words, I found myself enjoying the attention. I nibbled on my lower lip and felt a blush rise to my cheeks. His unwavering gaze locked with

mine, devoid of any hesitation. However, a sudden realization struck me that he might

be significantly younger than me. Swiftly, I regained a sense of composure.

“Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your day,” I replied with a smile, making my way back to

my table, I grabbed my bag and left.

As I made my way to my car, which was conveniently parked on the other side of the

road, I plopped down in the driver's seat, desperately in need of a breather.

I mean, who knew that a simple look could cause my adrenaline levels to skyrocket?

I chuckled to myself, thinking, "Well, I guess he should start selling tickets to that face of

his if it has such magical powers," It was quite a hilarious situation, considering not a

single touch was involved, just one captivating gaze, and I was feeling hotter than a chili

pepper. Ah, so sexy.