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Desiree's POV
I started my day with a smile on my face, selecting my own attire from my closet in order to seem nice and presentable. I noticed that my lips were looking pale, so I applied some red lipstick and blended it in with my finger; I no longer need to apply foundation to my face because it is perfect in every way and white, and I always have rosy cheeks, so everyone will always think that I always have those perfect natural make-up but they never know I never put make-up on my face.
My father was the first to drop me off at work today. I'm overjoyed since his business is gradually improving and his face is no longer strained.
"Take care, dad," I murmured after kissing his cheeks, "and you, too," he smiled cheerfully as he drove away.
When I initially walked into this building, I scented the air and concluded that there were no bad spirits among my coworkers. I won't have time to cope with any nastier employees now that I'm George Scott's secretary.
I walked to the elevator while the people there inside were new to see my face, they were looking at each other and pretending not to see me.
Some girls are rolling their eyes at me, why do they have to do that? So I saw some toxic people now.
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