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.

then headed downstairs

ten minutes after Ray left, Aisha woke

empty. The desk

categorizations. Ray's handwriting was bold, just like his

I'm downstairs at your office.

Brigid... The girl the Brimer family arranged

Aisha's mood darkened slightly.

that Dr. Jules had been showing up a lot more frequently. Previously, he'd visit no more than ten times a year, but this week alone, he'd already been there three times, much to

slinging her backpack over her shoulder and heading to the campus gate. Connor was picking her up today for a

the problem? Show me," Jules said, recognizing her as one of his most attentive students.