“The odds that I find you on seat, Pretty Lady.” Racheal said, as the store manager ushered her into Jade’s office.

Jade’s eyes lit up when she saw her.

She stood up, and hurried around the table to pull Racheal into a hug.

“You look good.” Jade said, moving back to look at her outfit.

“I would ask you to influence my fashion items, but the whole presidency would come for my head.” she continued, leading her to the sitting area in her office.

“I am no fashion icon.” ...