at Xavier. He hadn't noticed her yet; he was still busy with the file. She stood slowly, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in a very expensive blue suit, looking very

. She took the call. "Hello?" "Hi, is this Giselle Harrison?" a male voice asked. She gulped. "Ye... yes, this is her." "Good. You have to come to Lens Masterpiece advertising company tomorrow morning," the voice said. Her heart dropped. She looked at Blaire. Blaire gave her a questioning look. "Hello, are you there?" the male voice asked. "Ye... yes." "Alright. Come to the company by nine AM for an interview. Thank you and have a good night rest." He hung up. An interview? "What's wrong?" Blaire asked as Giselle slowly put her phone down. "Giselle, what the hell is going on?" Blaire asked worriedly. Giselle looked at her. "What is it?" "It's the company," she said. "Really?" Blaire asked. Giselle nodded. "What do they want?" Blaire asked. "They want me to come tomorrow for another interview." "Really?!" Blaire squealed happily. Giselle furrowed her brows at her. "That's awesome, right?" Blaire asked. Giselle shook her head, giving her a panicked look. "What's wrong?" Blaire asked. "I have a bad feeling about it," Giselle said. "What do you mean you have a bad... stop with the paranoid vibe, Kim, geez. You are going," Blaire said, holding her hand. Giselle heaved a sigh. NEXT DAY.... AT LENS MASTERPIECE COMPANY..... Giselle took a seat opposite Xavier's desk. "Giselle," he called, making her heart flutter involuntarily. That was the same way she felt whenever he said her name. "Five years hasn't been good to you," he said, making her clench her purse tightly. Her gaze remained down. "You look different and fucking lean," he added. God, she shouldn't have come here. "In those freaking cheap clothes," he said. She furrowed her brows. "I thought your lover was capable of taking care of you," he mocked. Her heart clenched. "Or did he leave you and move to the next available housewife?" She sprang up instantly, looking at him with the pain-filled face she was finding so hard to mask. He relaxed in his seat, staring at her with his arrogant demeanor. "This is a very huge mistake. I am sorry for coming to your company. Excuse me," she said, turning from him and heading for the door. "I believe you have something to tell the police waiting for you out there about the complete