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Next day. Grisel was in the car with the manager to the fashion company where he worked for the past three years. However, Grisel's gloomy face showed displeasure when it came to going to that company. If he didn't have to do his job, maybe Grisel wouldn't have set foot in that company. The company where Joya—the girl who is considered to be Farzan's mistress, as well as the girl who became the designer of the clothes that will be exhibited by him. While until now Grisel did not know, if the one with Farzan at that time was Sandra.

“Why do I have to deal with work issues with him!” grim Grisel to clench his hands then punched into the thigh a little tight.

The manager was surprised to hear Grisel growling, then he looked at the model who had been with him for many years. The manager knew if Grisel hated Joya so much because of her romance problems in college, just did not expect that the model would hate until now, while knowing that the guilty one was Grisel.

“Yes how, we have to be professional because all this is a company decision,” said the manager tried to advise and ask Grisel calm and accept whatever job he got.

“This is your fault too! Why don't you check the data first!” Now Grisel stared intently at the manager, putting all the blame on the woman who had helped and made her name skyrocket.

The manager, who knew very well how Grisel was tempering, chose silence rather than being hit by a spray from the woman.

“Look at it, today I will teach him a lesson!” Grisel promised himself. She really felt angry and held so much grudge against Joya, other than because of the allegations if Joya became an affair of her husband, also because it was upset because yesterday Farzan rejected her.

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Grisel and his manager have arrived at the company where they are under contract. He walked haughtily, walking with his chin raised and sunglasses that closed his eyeballs.

As soon as she reached the studio where she was going to try on a designer dress named Joya, the woman's gaze was immediately fixed on one of the sofas in the room, who else was he staring at if not Joya—the girl he always considered as the trigger for his quarrel with Farzan.

Grisel then swung a step, walking arrogantly towards the girl named Joya sitting down. She saw the woman next to Joya whispering, already guessing if they must have whispered a bad sentence about her. However, Grisel did not care, because for him the girl is not important, now he wants there only one, humiliating and then making Joya fired as a designer.

Grisel now stands with both hands crossed over his chest, staring hatefully at Joya from behind his sunglasses.

“Happy You are being professional and coming on time,” Joya said in a satirical tone.

Grisel was surprised because Joya dared to insinuate him, because laziness came to make Grisel stalling arrival time up to almost a few hours from the specified schedule. She immediately opened her glasses and can now directly look at each other with her husband's ex-lover.

“Are you now so arrogant that you dare to insinuate me?” Grisel gave a sharp look, as if he was showing that he was more powerful.

“Oh .. do you feel insinuated? Ah .. I'm so sorry because I have offended the company's valuable assets,” said Joya again with a tone of voice made like sorry. “If you do not want to be insinuated, then come on time because you are not the only important and busy person here,” he added with an intimidating look, turning a regretful facial expression into an expression so resolute.

Grisel looks furious because Joya seems to mock her. He clasped his glasses tightly because he was holding back his anger. “You can be arrogant now, but just look after this whether you still have the face to mock me!” grisel's wrath in heart.

Grisel eventually leaves Joya and heads to the dressing room. Want to try the clothes that will be used for photo shoots and fashion shows next week.

“Look at it! You dare to humiliate me, then I will humiliate you over!” grouse Grisel. He is now in the dressing room with the company's assistant stylist.

Grisel stared at the dress, though his heart admitted it was beautiful, but his mind refused to admire it and kept saying it was not worth touching his body.

“I help you wear it now,” said the assistant stylist, take the dress out of the manicure and give it to Grisel.

Grisel received a bit harshly, before then getting into the dressing room and putting on the dress. “Sial, why this outfit is so beautiful.” Grisel grumbled but also adored.