Sweet Scandals

Ch. 3

Olivia Rajendra's.

The beautiful 45-year-old woman walked into her private room. Then hang the dress he brought on the clothes hanger.

Olivia then threw her body in her work chair. For a moment, his mind drifted back to his dark past. Scars of sadness began to appear on the beautiful face. Bad memories of his past still haunt him.

Olivia can't just forget those bad memories. Losing the most valuable thing in her life made Olivia a cold person.

She saw the hanging dress. The shadow of Irene's face suddenly flashed across her. A young, beautiful, hard-working girl.

"He's 22 years old. If only ..."

Cclek

The sound of the door opening made Olivia's murmur stop. His attenuation was diverted to the figure of a young woman who came to him with a blue map in her hand.

"Sorry Miss Olive. This is the marketing plan that Ms. Olive asked for." Said the woman while thrusting the blue map into Olivia's hands.

"Sit down Shelly." Tell Olivia to her trusted employees.

Shelly was obedient. Then he sat himself in the chair right in front of Olivia's desk.

"Did we still use Clarissa as a model this year?" Ask Shelly then.

"Maybe. How do you think? Or do you have another idea?" Olivia asked back. While his gaze was busy on the file that was plastered wide in front of his eyes.

"Mrs Olive's design this time I think it's more suitable if we use a new model."

"What happened to Clarissa?"

"We often use Clarissa as our product model. Maybe it's good to find a new face. Of ordinary women, perhaps. That way, consumers will not think that our products can only be reached by the elite. Even ordinary people can buy our products."

Olivia stopped her activities. Then close the file again. His eyes were on Shelly. So serious, that Shelly was wrong. He felt he might have misinvited his superiors.

"Sorry, Mom. It's just advice. If Ms. Olive disagrees, it's okay Mom. Maybe Miss Olive has a better idea." Shelly said awkwardly.

"Good."

"What do you mean by Olive?" Shelly was surprised. Just this time her suggestion got a positive response from an Olivia.

"Your advice is good. Lately Clarissa has also been going abroad a lot. I'm just worried that the woman won't be able to attend the photo shoot. She was too busy with her dream of becoming an international model."

"So Miss Olive will use my advice?"

Olivia nodded her head, "yes. Your advice is good. Why not?"

"Then I'll have an audition. If we've got the model, I'll make the shooting schedule soon."

"Good."

"I'll excuse you, Miss Olive. Thank you for considering my advice."

Olivia smiled at her warm smile. Shelly left the room with a beaming face. Understandably, Shelly's advice has never received a response from Olivia. This makes Shelly so happy.

For the past few years, they have been using Clarissa as a model of their products. And lately the sale of their products is just moving in place. Not showing significant change. With the change of model, who knows sales will increase. By reaching lower middle class consumers.

So far people think that the Olive Brand products are only for the elite. Until the lower middle class do not dare to glance at their products. Though not all Olive Brands have fantastic prices. There are some products that are intended for the lower middle class.

I hope Shelly's plan works this time. And they can achieve sales turnover on target.

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Irene parked the pink matic scooter in front of the laundry. Today's sun feels even hotter. Irene even made a small run into the laundry to immediately wet her throat with cold water.

Glucose Glucose Glucose

The sound of water passing through Irene's throat was clearly heard. Irene downed the cold water from her bottle directly in front of the refrigerator.

"G ... Fresh as it tastes." Irene said after finishing half the bottle of water.

"For dong Ren." Dance snatched the bottle of water from Irene's hand. And immediately gulp down the rest of the drinking water until it runs out of nothing.

"G ... Fresh." Say Dance anyway.

"It's fresher when I met Axelle earlier." Added.

"Males have no such ethics for what they are idolized. Mending manager. Nice, nice, polite again. Authoritative." Chirps Irene. Making lips dance monyong forward.

"You don't know Axelle yet, so you talk like that. Then you were why also use asking for compensation everything from Axelle."

"Shh ..." Irene pressed her index finger against her lips, "Are you really going to get fired? What if Mami Marta hears? We can finish our history." Now Irene practices gaga slitting her own throat.

"Axelle what? What's wrong with Axelle?" Mami Marta's question shocked Irene and Tari.

The Maleficent suddenly stood not far from where they were standing. With a face that is difficult to interpret, Mami Marta approached the two who seemed to swallow saliva many times.

"I heard you guys talking about Axelle. And indemnity? What compensation for?" Ask Mami Marta.

"It's not about anything Mommy. Mommy may have heard wrong. Last night, at Olive Galery, we saw Axelle." Reply Dance tried to cover up their mistakes.

"You guys saw Axelle at Olive Galery? Really true?" The look on Mami Marta's face changed drastically upon hearing about Axelle.

Huh, basic. Aunt ganjen.

Irene and Tari could only curse in each other's hearts.

"Yes, Mommy. Axelle is one of Olive Galery's customers. So, Axelle comes there often."

"Oh yeah? Then let me just take the order there."

"Are Mama?" Knockers Irene

"Of course."

"Good." Irene looked relieved. But not with dance. If Mami Marta was the one who delivered the order there, then her chance to meet Axelle was gone.

"Oh yeah, Ren. Tomorrow you go to Paradise Hotel."

"Why go to the hotel Mami?"

"The customer asked for his clothes to be delivered there. Don't forget it?" Then Mami Marta walked back into her private room.

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Night in a luxurious residence.

The cold night wind felt on his skin. Axelle stood on the balcony of her room while looking at the night sky that was scattered by thousands of stars.

The coldness of the air that night seemed to bring peace to his heart. A flash of his childhood shadow suddenly flashed through his mind. The shadow of a little girl who was smiling while counting stars, made a faint smile rise on her face.

The longer he looked at the sky that night, Axelle was getting drowned in his daydream. Until his phone that rings and displays the name Clarissa was not heard by him. Several times the call ended in a missed call.

Until suddenly, the aroma of coffee that burst into his sense of smell also awakened Axelle from his daydream.

"Is there something strange about the sky tonight?" Ask Zaky. Who had suddenly stood beside Axelle while thrusting the still steaming cup of coffee into Axelle's hand.

Axelle's attentions are sidetracked. A cup of coffee that Zaky offers. Then turn his body and lean on the balcony. He slowly began to sip the coffee. The soft aroma of the coffee brought calmness to him.

"Get the press tomorrow lest you come late." Said Zaky later.

"Where is this time?"

"Hotel Paradise's. Only that place is empty on weekends. MB also requested that a press conference be held at the venue. I've prepared a room for you to rest."

"All right."

"Are you seriously accepting this offer?"

Axelle nodded her head. Convincing Zaky that he actually received an offer from Mega Bintang, a famous production house in this country. To be the main actor in one of the big screen films being worked on by the production house.

"Screening is scheduled for next week. Prepare yourself. Don't sleep late at night anymore. Take good care of your health. It's an action movie, so it needs more stamina."

Axelle nodded her head again.

"Yes, now you rest. I gotta go home. I've asked Boni to fill your fridge with healthy food. Don't let me see you snare again. If you get sick, I won't take responsibility."

Axelle smiled faintly, "Thanks my sister."

Zaky leaves Axelle on the balcony of her room.

One habit Axelle that is difficult to change, namely like snacks carelessly. Let's say he's a famous actor, but he still often snacks on the side of the road. According to him, snacks on the roadside it feels different. More delicious than expensive food from a star-rated restaurant. Axelle couldn't help his wishes when it came to roadside snacks.

And Zaky was the only one who always paid attention to whatever he was doing. Including the stomach. Because Zaky is not just a manager. But Zaky was already like a big brother to him.

Axelle went back to her room. He put the coffee cup on a small table, then grabbed his phone that again rang and displayed the name Clarissa.

Axelle breathed a long breath. Put back the phone that was still ringing and ignored the incoming call from Clarissa. Axelle prefers to ride in her bed rather than answering the incoming call from Clarissa. When the call ended, several text messages followed. The sender is from the same person.

**TBC

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