"Let's go to the mall. I need to change into comfortable clothes." She said her eyes half closed.
She'd never been this tired. Or maybe because, she just got back from the dead. I mean, she indeed died in her past life, but for some reason she was reborn and didn't even get some rest from the stress and pressure that happened from that blank sound-proof room.
She leaned at one of her Ace guards' shoulder, Gietto Visser. He's the most silent one but with the softest heart to their lady. He is also the most over-protective at them all. Gietto treats her like a younger sister. He is already 34 but still single. He's too handsome for someone to just marry him.
"Blanket." He said.
Mirro Janssen hurriedly stretched out his hand to get the blanket and passed it to Gietto.
The nearest mall was far, nearly one hour.
"Lady.. Lady Qia, we have arrived."
Sachilin was awoken by soft pats on her cheek and soft gazes. She covered her mouth while yawning.
"We're here?" She asked, specifically to herself. She went out of the limousine and Brother Winter, manouvered to the parking lot.
This mall belongs to her. Yes. Her. Of course, she has no siblings, no rivals in terms of family properties.
This mall is specially built for VIP costumers. But only this mall, in this particular country. Some of the Maslov's chains of malls are luxuriously for any kind of people. But still ranked second in the country, the convience and well-mannered trained staffs made their way to the top.
She entered the mall openly, not minding the stares of the other VIP costumers.
"Young miss," a raspy voice called her so she looked back "y-your handkerchief fell off."
It's a janitor. He looked frightened, maybe because of her aura and the sturdy guards around her.
She was surprised by his accent. It was a common accent or tone used in New Zealand.
She smiled brightly at the man and respectfully accepted her handkerchief from the man's hands.
"My name is Sachilin Qia Maslov. Thank you, sir." She offered her hand to him, politely.
The man looked at her with widened eyes and reluctantly accepted her hand for a shake.
"I'm Oliver Barcley." His response was simple and plain. But there's something on him that made Sachilin interested.
"Oh, a kiwi? How long have you been staying here, in the Germany?" Her eyes looked genuinely curious, so Oliver didn't suspect anything.
"Ah, yes, yes. I've been living here for 4 years."
He smiled and bowed at her. "Sorry for disturbing you, young miss. Have a great day!" His smile looked somewhat sad for Garry.
"No worries, sir. Pleased to meet you." Sachilin replied and the man simply smiled at her and left.
Garry glanced at their lady's face. It was frighteningly calm.
"Butler," Sachilin called, making him flinch.
"Yes, Lady?"
" Investigate the other higher-up staffs. I want the report tomorrow."
She revealed a smirk and gave Garry a side glance spine-chilling signal.
Another fun show.
"Noted, Milady."
Garry answered.
But no one knows what her plan is. The moment that old man revealed that he's been in Germany for four years, picking up pieces of information based on the old man's expression, gestures and plain answers, Sachilin's mind started to formulate a plan already.
"And ready one of my sports car. I want to drive."
Garry simply nodded.
As Sachilin passby, some people from respectable family recognized her and smiled at themselves.
They knew she didn't use her family background to climb into the pinnacle of her career. They also knew that what other rookie models suffered, she did too.
That's what made her a very successful lady in such a young age.
No one dared to oppose her, or even talk to her in a not-very-formal way.
'Cause even if Sachilin's an international model and film producer, she is still the only Heiress and Lady of Tekin and Maslov Merged Empire. She's the only born of both Head family.
Well, no one dared, except for one.
"Hello, Beautiful Miss."
Sachilin stopped on her tracks and faced the owner of the soft, gentle voice that's pulling the end-sleeves of her blazer.
Suddenly, they all stopped. It was a deafening silence.
They were already expecting for Sachilin to shout at the little girl who has the guts to touch her.
But then, Sachilin never matched their assumptions.
Sachilin slightly kneeled infront if the cute german girl, covering her skirt with the purse.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Her tone was indeniably gentle. "Do you need me with anything?"
The little girl shyly shaked her head. "I always saw you on TV, but you are more georgous in person." She pouted and looked away.
"Oh, thank you, sweetie. You are also pretty." Sachilin fixed the little hairs near her big innocent eyes.
"Really?" The girl's eyes lit up with hope and excitement.
Sachilin nodded. "Yeah. What's your name?"
"Emmarin Schneider."
"A beautiful name for cute little angel. May I know where's your mother?"
She asked carefully.
She is not really good with children since she's an only child and the youngest in their clan in this generation.
"I also don't know, we were looking for my birthday dress but I suddenly can't find my Mutti.(mom)"
Sachilin patiently nodded and smiled softly. "I can help you look for your----"
"Emma!" A soft female voice shouted a little.
They all turned to her and she directly kneeled and hugged the little girl. Her eyes getting watery.
"Meine Tochter! "( My Daughter!)
Sachilin calmly stood up. "I saw her alone, so I accompanied her a little." She calmly explained.
The woman warmly smiled at Sachilin and carried her daughter.
"Thank you so much, Miss..." The woman trailed off.
"Sachilin Maslov" she offered her hand.
"No wonder, you were so familiar. But wait," she paused and glanced at the fine-looking paper bag she berself holding. "Your the only child and 'Lady' of Maslov's!"
The paper bag's logo has 'Tekin&Maslov's' imprinted in it.
"I hope my small title won't be recognized so soon, though." She simply said calmly.
'Small Title?'
The woman felt warm at her humbleness. She is obviously a powerful person, but decided to keep a low profile.
"Don't worry, I won't meddle with your business."
They sealed the deal with a knowing glance and both bid their good-byes.
"I need something comfy." She said at the saleswoman, who's staring at her beautiful face with admiration in the eyes.
She quickly grab the silver-made cloth stand with different casual and less-revealing styles.
Sachilin gave her a 'Thank you' glance.
The saleswoman thought Sachilin would take an hour or two for picking a dress. Well, mostly all of her woman costumers were like that. But Sachi only took five minutes.
It was a maroon Asymmetric halter cropped top, Ripped Denim Chained-jeans and Long Oversized Cashmere Cardigan.
Sachilin made her way to the fitting room and wore the clothes.
"Shocks, I forgot to choose a pair of shoes." She grunted, face-palmed.
She got out barefooted and requested for the saleswoman to fix the outfit she wore earlier that is inside the fitting room.
She then looked for a shoes and luckily, her eyes spotted a super comfortable Apricot Loafer mules. She immediately wore it and took her black card out of her purse. Good thing, the lady already cutted the tags out of her clothes, she always find it a hassle. That's why, all her sponsored clothes doesn't have any tags on them when deliverd to her.
The saleswoman was schocked looking at her. She's now at casual clothes, elegantly sitting at the shop sofa and typing at her phone. Her hair earlier was also in a bun and now falling gracefully at her back, some near her chest.
She was exceptionally beautiful. With a natural blonde hair, green eyes, tiny nose and delectable reddish pouty-lips. Even her well-defined face shape was according to her face angles. She looks so perfect, but no one knows her dark past is already engraved into her soul..
"Your things, Miss..." She trailed off embarassed of not asking her name much earlier. The saleswoman knew she's an international supermodel, but not interested in the entertainment industry. So she obviously forgot her name.
But instead of answering, Sachilin gave her business card.
She was confident that the saleswoman won't be able to gossip it. All the staffs are required sign a confidential agreement. If they breach the contract, they would need to pay a fine fortune of 100 Billion US Dollars. And they will be sued too, of course. And even if they want to resign and retire, there's a seperate contract that needs them to sign to. So their mouth should be zipped.
Sachilin swiftly went out of the shop and walked to the parking lot. And there she saw her new bought sports car from the Donnatiello's. It's still not on the market but it was already safety-sured. Beside it is their limousine.
"I'll have a drink or two." She informed them and pressed the car key hold button.
It was a simple statement. But actually an order.
"Yes, Lady. Please take care."
Garry bowed and the 7 guys followed.
Sachilin then boarded her car and speed off. Leaving them, slightly worried.