"Why did you plan the fashion show on that cheap small island?!" Samantha irritatingly asked while stomping her heels against the marbled floor of my office. "Did your secretary didn't tell you about my work in Paris? Goodness!" she added.
I languidly leaned my back on my swivel chair and look at Samantha. "She did," I answered. "It was my choice to conduct the show in Cost Coraleya," I explained. As expected, she dramatically sighed.
"And why do you have to--"
"Because it is more convenient." I cut her off. It's been tiring for me and I have no plan to argue with her all day. I just finished scanning the documents from the latest project and I also managed some papers regarding the new publishing company that I will build in Coast Coraleya. I'm a liar if I'm going to say that I only w
