Crazy Deal's

Crazy Deal's
Odette



"I need some belts, some ties, too" Darren told one of the store's service officers who was tidying things up at the storefront.


Crew girl who heard Darren's request immediately stopped her work. "Good, Sir... I'm gonna... You you?" Isabell's manners were instantly disgraced after seeing Darren's look as surprised as he was.


"Yes, I." The man could instantly control his expression. His voice sounded calm and flat. "So you work here?" Darren spread his gaze across the room quite spacious.


"I'm wearing a uniform, cleaning out a window, and then what do you think I'm doing here? ballet dancing?"


Darren turned to him, sweeping a gaze across Isabell's body. Again and again the judging gaze. That is what Isabell thought. And why did the man like to throw a glare judging blatantly with his leisure. Not feeling at all uncomfortable. Didn't he know that Isabell was very uncomfortable with the way the man looked at her.


"At least you need leotards and ballet slippers as the basic equipment for cosplay to be Odette." .


Isabell laughed at him. How could an obnoxious polar bin guy like him know ballet knickknacks, and what did he say just now? Odette, huh? Sorry, Isabell fans are Cinderella's hard line!


"What indirectly you call me a curse woman, Mr. Willson?"


Who does not know the story behind the story, Odette, a ballet dancer in the barbie series who is cursed into a swan by an evil witch and only sincere love can restore his original form.


"Darren," The man groaned leisurely. "You don't have to be formal to your own sister-in-law," faintly sounded the amused tone in the brown man's voice. "You don't look like a goose at all."


"Yes, I do look like a bad duck, is that what you're trying to say?"


I swear by anything, Isabel again saw the corner of the man's lips twitch withholding a smile. Isabell really felt insulted because of that faint smile he concluded as a statement that the man really thought it was more similar and more worthy of being said as ugly duckling.


"I didn't say anything." Darren glanced at his expensive watch then turned his head over his shoulder to look for someone.


"I wonder how could Mr. and Mrs. Willson has a son like you."


Darren returned his gaze to Isabell, swooping next to the eyebrows, trying to make sense of Isabell's statement. Then he said, "What's wrong with that?"


"Much is wrong in you!" The way you talk just makes me tempted to scratch your face!


"Well, people who don't like you tend to look for your mistakes. That's what you're playing for me. By the way where's the belt I need?"


Isabell's teeth were struggling with emotions. Taking a deep breath, he forced his face to look friendly. The work professional, the work ethic, the words Isabell shouted in his mind so that he would not get out of control.


"Here, sir. We have the latest output, it looks like it's perfect for you..."


"It feels good to hear you being formal and polite like this. Stop that. Pick for me some and..."


"Darren..." The female voice stopped Darren from finishing his sentence. He turned around, welcoming the beautiful and graceful woman who walked closer to them. The woman Carry served. Carry was walking behind the woman carrying some stuff. Dress, bag and shoes.


Isabell glanced at Carry, his friend's mouth gaping staring in admiration. Yes, Isabell could have guessed this. Carry the Willson man admirer.


Darren turned his head towards him, Isabell immediately turned his face away.


Carry was too focused on enjoying the scene before him in the form of Darren, which the woman believed to be one of God's amazing creatures. The woman's ears were suddenly deaf. Carry completely satisfied his desire by indulging his eyesight. Moments like this happen very rarely.


Darren and Willson rarely shop at their store, you could say never. Come on, Willson has his own brand. There will be special designers who always come to deliver the clothes as they want.


"Oh my God, his throat could be dry if his mouth kept gaping like that." Isabell grumbled softly. Slowly Isabell moved closer towards Carry, then struck the woman's arm. While Darren was conversing with the graceful lady.


"Oh my God, Carry, shut the fuck up. You look like a fool. What a great object you admire" he whispered to Darren and the graceful woman to hear it. It can be messed up if Darren or the woman gives one star to the way they serve customers.


"He's very handsome. Very disrespectful. How could she look more stunning than she looks in the media."


"Don't judge only from the outside. I don't think he's that good." Although Isabell confirmed what Carry said was true, he would not admit it outright. If necessary, he must incite Carry and anyone who adores Darren to dislike the man.


"Are you blind? God, you've got four eyes still you can't see right!"


"You'll agree with me if you know his true character.


"Who cares about his character? He's handsome, fragrant, and rich."


"Austin is more than anything. Austin's better, more awesome, and more fragrant."


"How did you know? Have you met?"


"Yes, this morning."


"Excuse me," The graceful woman's voice stopped their show of spoiled whispers. "Bring these things here, show them to him."


Carry immediately brought the woman's chosen item and showed it in front of Darren. Nervously Carry explained some of the advantages of the product. Darren's gaze always made his interlocutor die in style. But that will not happen to Isabell.


"You'll look beautiful wearing it all, Sharon." Darren. "But for tonight's show, put this on," Darren picked up a black dress that was stunning, elegant and classy. "And use the stilettos," Darren pointed to the stilettos in matching colors and lastly chose the clutch bag.


"Darren, you've always been reliable! I'll try it. You should be the first to see me!" Sharon flashed a kiss on Darren's cheek before entering the dressing room.


There was a screeching sound of being stuck simultaneously from the front and back. Carry is one of them. Perhaps the only creature not envious of the scene was Isabell.


"Have you prepared my things?"


"I'll just get it ready," soon Isabell chose the most expensive items. Darren did not mention the number, so he chose as many as he could. That way the target will be achieved.