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.

up in the washroom, then headed downstairs to grab breakfast

ten minutes after Ray left, Aisha woke up,

up, opened the rest room door, and found the office empty. The desk was cluttered with documents, but

through the documents, appreciating the detailed notes and categorizations. Ray's handwriting was bold, just like his personality.

Ms. Brigid, Ray's fiancée. I'm downstairs at your

Brimer family

Aisha's mood darkened slightly.

no more than ten times a year,

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

recognizing her as one of his most attentive students. He always had extra patience for