Shaking her head, she sighed. Nongnapat raised the wine glass to the light and stared at it for a moment, lifting the corner of her mouth (forcing) a smile.
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"Enough... No need to tell me anymore. It's none of our business. Stop being a busybody and let's live happily. Happy now, cry later! Come on, let's clink glasses, Anda."
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"Ring ringing!"
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It was a kind of incomparable pretense, completely unsophisticated, but she had already intended to do it that way. She didn't want to let her heart sink any deeper. She didn't want to think about his sharp face, didn't want to think about his warm, muscular chest, didn't want to think about his cute expressions on stage. No way! No way! Who was she and who was he!
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However, the reality was the opposite. As time passed, the image in her head became clearer and clearer. Emmanuel Gaston had become a new inspiration that perfectly replaced Limone's departure. The young designer thought about him as if they had a bond since a previous life. But what can she do when she and him are so different? He is the president of a big company, while she is just a failed designer who makes a living by showing off her private parts.
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"See you in my dreams,"
Nongnapat thought to herself as she tilted her glass of wine up and downed it until the bottle was empty.
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Waving goodbye to Anda in a taxi that had returned to the safe house Bosga cam bermigo again at around 9 pm, with the excitement of the mood! From the intention of drinking to forget about Gaston, Nongnapat had thought of a new clothing collection concept without any shame. Because this was the only way to trick herself into thinking of him without feeling guilty.
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"Alright, all the equipment is ready. I have to do it. Even though I look more and more like a maniac."
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Slowly unrolling the thin chiffon fabric, her slender hands skillfully sketched the design according to her imagination. Not long after, the work took shape.
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"You just have to change your mindset. Every woman dresses for men. This time, the clothes I design are not for ordinary women like before. My new collection must be something that men will be stunned! Their jaws will drop! Their eyes will be longing...!"
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"I just have to guess what you like... and then I will create it! Emmanuel Gaston, you are my inspiration!"
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A million words were spoken without stopping. While sketching and sewing clothes in her private room, the slender figure could only think about the handsome young man she had only met once in person. She remembered every part of his figure and was enjoying her work to the fullest.
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However, suddenly, the blinking light from the monitor in the room lit up, which meant, "The erotic show is about to start in 5 minutes. All employees should get ready."
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That's life! When she wants to be happy, it can only be for a moment. In a moment, she has to return to the filthy real world again. Nongnapat picked up the internal phone in the room and called the manager downstairs. She hurriedly put her equipment back in place. Arrange the room to look like a harem
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/ What the hell, I have to work again?! It's not even midnight yet, I haven't changed my clothes yet!/
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/ I don't care, that's your problem! Isn't it stated in the contract that everything can be changed as appropriate? Be a professional, Nongnapat. You're the queen of our company, a magnet that attracts viewers from all over the world!/
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/ I…!/
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/ The reason we have to change the On Air time is because of you. The Scandinavian customers are crazy about your body, so shut up and hurry up and get ready. Don't make a fuss! Open the computer and check if the camera angle is level!/
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/ Okay, okay… I understand, boss!!!/
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/ Tsk… Tsk… Tsk… Tsk/
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"Tsk! That crazy foreigner! You're using me like a slave. You can't even speak Thai clearly, and you're still trying to show off your power. Just wait and see when I get back on my feet. I will be the first to leave here."
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The pale forehead was covered in sweat. Everything was rushed and chaotic. No matter how much you put away or hide, it would be too late. In the end, the slender figure had to throw the clothes she had designed onto the bed and covered them with a blanket before the broadcast notification sounded.
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"Broadcast in 5…4…3…2!"
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She rushed to grab a chair and sat down right in front of the screen. Just in time!
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After a while, Nongnapat continued her work. Finally, an important opportunity in her life came when a famous French department store owned by Emmanuel Gaston came up with a project to commemorate the passing of Limone Beaudoin. They chose to mourn her by holding a fashion design contest, regardless of the fact that the time of her loss had just passed and the chairman himself was still struggling to accept it.
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"I'll be honest, Didier… I don't want to hold this event!!! I don't think it's the right time yet. Limone's body hasn't even rotted yet. But look! Look at what the shareholders are proposing to do! Using the death of my lover to gain attention from the fashion world in this way, this is disrespectful to the dead! If you want to do it, do it, what kind of crazy fashion is this? Why do you have to make such a sensitive issue into an issue... No way!... I won't accept it!!!"
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The floral Persian carpet collapsed under the pressure of his feet. Gaston paced around the office restlessly, holding a glass of fine brandy in his hand. He took a sip and thought of a way to cancel this event...!