The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

“Ms. Wand?” Sasha jerked out of her musings at the impatience in Karl’s voice. “Huh?”

He tossed her a set of business attire and makeup. “Change into these and put on some makeup. Mr. Hayes is waiting for you in the next cabin. Make sure that you look professional,” he instructed curtly and turned to leave without waiting for a reply.

What’s his problem? Begrudgingly, Sasha went to change into the provided outfit and applied some makeup.

Ten minutes later, she walked into the cabin where Sebastian was waiting, looking perfectly like a white-collar executive.

She looks great in any outfit. The sight of her stole his breath away. With dainty makeup on, she appeared even prettier than before. The stylish blouse highlighted her petite and slender frame, while the pencil skirt hugged her sensual hips snugly, showing off a pair of fair and shapely legs.

Sasha’s lips thinned the moment she saw Sebastian. “What’s all this about?” She gestured at her outfit. “Why are you making me dress like this?”

The subject of her displeasure remained unfazed by her glower. “You said you wanted to help with the Wand family business. I’m taking you to a business summit today,” he said matter-of-factly before leaving without waiting to see if she would follow.

Business summit? His reply took her by surprise. So he’s not holding me captive. He brought me here to help me with my business?

A smile bloomed on her face at the thought. She grabbed a nearby notebook and hastened to catch up with Sebastian. “Wait up!”

head inwardly as he followed

city. She stared, slack-jawed, at the majestic skyscraper that was the iconic landmark of the

Commerce Summit,” Karl said unfeelingly. “Ms. Wand, I must remind you to carry out your duties properly as a secretary later at the summit. You represent Hayes

huge. She fidgeted with her clothes and hair, feeling her hands turn

LED screen lit up to showcase Sebastian’s profile. A man with a staff pass around

a hand enthusiastically. “It’s a pleasure to have

hand. “The pleasure’s

to do or say anything, Sasha stayed silent, practically holding her breath all the way until she and Sebastian were in the elevator. With no others present, she

mean?” The other tucked his hands into his pockets casually, appearing calm and collected

speak up when the elevator doors pinged open.

called,

time no see. How

Sasha reluctantly shuffled aside, casting a smile at

lady returned the

“Hey.”

cue for small talk,