The Woman From Hell

The next day was another sunny day. Similarly, I was in a pretty good mood.

After arriving at the company, I started looking for the magazine that I had read yesterday. "Strange, where did it go?"

Just as I was looking for it, Shannon arrived. "Wanda, what are you looking for?"

I glanced up at her. "You're here. Have you seen the magazine I read yesterday? Why is it gone?"

Shannon looked left and right, then picked up a book from her seat and handed it to me. "You mean this? I took it over after you were done with it. What's wrong?"

"Yes, this is the one. Theo reminded me last night that our self-owned brand needs a spokesperson."

"Oh yeah, I actually forgot about it. Are you going to pick someone from this magazine?" Shannon asked tentatively, her gaze probing.

I looked at her and nodded. "That's right. A small brand like ours must be driven by someone well-known. How will our sales increase otherwise?"

Shannon pulled back the chair opposite me. She stared at me with her big eyes and said with disbelief, "Lady, this is 'My Darling' we're talking about. It's the craziest-selling magazine in the past two years. So many models don't hesitate to push several announcements just to occupy one page. Do you know what this means?"

through the

one hand. "It means that

would we know

do you?" Shannon stretched out her hand to feel

met her hopeless gaze. "Shannon, regardless if they'll agree to us or not, we have at least a 50% success rate if

as if she was convinced. She looked up at me, her gaze firm. She sighed. "Okay, okay, let's fight

I saw

flipped the magazine and found the page I was reading yesterday. I turned the magazine over and

Osborn. She's the

model to win the title

supermodel this

think

smiled, but her

She did not feel

her style matches our products. She's the best candidate and is