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’?

handful of times, Marguerite

agreed, “Penelope, from now on, I’ll call you

brought

hand and affectionately squeezed it, her eyes beaming as they surveyed her new protégé. Then, with a sudden flourish, Penelope removed the sapphire blue silk scarf from around her neck and gently draped it over Marguerite’s shoulders, tying it into a chic knot.

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 gift.

the luxurious sapphire scarf, its silky fabric clearly

of her late grandmother Laverne, who had also encouraged her to shine brightly and live beautifully.

that moment, Marguerite realized Penelope was more than just a boss; she was like family without the barriers of distance.

smiled gratefully, “Thank you, Penelope.”

hand, Penelope led Marguerite to her office. “Settle

her office. Finally, the assistant entered, and to Marguerite’s utter shock. It

and in unison, they exclaimed, “Why is it you?”

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 future mother-in-law can’t do without

sound so frail! Jocelyn and I respect each

on! Mutual respect is for married couples!”