Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Gregory sat on the small sofa, clearly irked, as he worked on translating documents.

Ray didn't pay him any further attention. Instead, he focused on reviewing important files, categorizing them, and sticking labels on each to make Aisha's job easier later.

It wasn't until 7 AM the next morning that Gregory finally finished translating the documents, but the grammar was a disaster.

Ray snorted dismissively, "A high school kid could do a better job than you."

Gregory, who hadn't slept all night, was pale and trembling, barely able to stand. Autumn's chill had settled in, and Ray, stubbornly, hadn't turned on the heating, leaving Gregory shivering all night. Frustrated and worn out, Gregory was on the verge of losing his temper, but he swallowed his anger, not wanting to cross someone from the Brimer family.

"You're done. You can leave now," Ray said, tossing the documents Gregory had slaved over all night straight into the trash.

Gregory stormed out, face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

in the washroom, then

woke up,

found the office empty. The desk was cluttered

detailed notes and categorizations. Ray's handwriting was bold, just like his personality. Her phone buzzed

Aisha. This is Ms. Brigid, Ray's fiancée. I'm downstairs

The girl the Brimer family arranged for Ray to

Aisha's mood darkened slightly.

frequently. Previously, he'd visit no more than ten times a

slinging her backpack over her shoulder and heading to the campus gate. Connor was picking her up today for a breakfast date. As Jules was packing up, a student approached him, "Dr. Jules, I'm having trouble with a problem. Could you help me understand it?" Libby, clutching

said, recognizing her as one of his most attentive students. He