"Good day, sir," Emily greeted.

Her words stuck in her mouth when she saw who she greeted. 

"Here, president Noah, that's the famous designer. You will surely like her designs, they are grand and unique," the manager took pains to explain but Noah wasn't listening. He was staring at Emily. He walked past the manager and stood right in front of her, facing her squarely. 

"You? Butterfly Designs?"

Emily swallowed and said nothing.

"Have you lost the ability to ...