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?"

the

one hand. "It means that the models in this

would we know if

out her hand to

to us or not, we have at least a 50% success

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

saw someone

yesterday. I turned the magazine over and tapped on

She's

model to win the

supermodel

don't think she'll

but her

void. She did not feel

lower lip and muttered to myself, "It's really difficult, but her style matches our products. She's the best candidate and is well-known abroad. Her popularity far exceeds her domestic popularity. I