Chapter 21

"Morning, Ma'am," I greeted politely. I arrived exactly as planned, twenty minutes before Krystal's arrival. When she saw me, she seemed to frown. Is there something wrong? Before even sitting at my desk, I had checked my appearance multiple times. Nothing was wrong, and it seemed perfectly fine.

"Morning, Anya." Krystal smiled sweetly. I recognized the Christian Dior Rouge lipstick she was wearing; it's her favorite brand. Sometimes, when meetings or gatherings are held at the Washington DC mall, Krystal would pull me aside and we'd visit the store. Some of my collections are from there as well.

"You look... different," she said again. I didn't know how to respond; my mind was telling me this was a bad sign.

"Good or not?" I asked softly. Actually, I rarely seek Krystal's opinion because this beautiful woman in front of me always has a way to make the person she's talking to spill everythin