Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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’?

a handful of times, Marguerite felt an inexplicable kinship with

agreed, “Penelope, from now on,

Marguerite address her so casually brought a smile to Penelope’s face.

removed the sapphire blue silk scarf from around her neck and gently draped it over Marguerite’s shoulders, tying it into a chic knot.

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 it as a welcome

sapphire scarf, its silky fabric clearly

late grandmother Laverne, who had

than just a boss; she was like family without the barriers of distance.

the gift, Marguerite smiled gratefully,

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

office. Finally, the assistant entered, and to

in unison,

the door and rushed to the desk, leaning on it with both hands, and blurted out, “So you’re the hotshot they parachuted in? Marguerite, what kind of spell do you have? You’ve got Mr. Winston’s mother in your palm, and now my

Jocelyn sound so frail!

come on! Mutual respect is for married couples!”