Harrods. He had brought her to Harrods.
Not only that but someone must had informed that Charles Murphy was coming because everyone seems to be waiting at the entrance, ready to be at his beck and call.
Someone even had cans of soda, hot coffee and cold coffee ready to go. In case he asked for something.
Charles turned around slightly, "do you want something to drink?"
Joyce blinked, aware of the fact that the attention of the room had shifted to her. Well, Yolo, right?
"I will take a sprite." She whispered, still not completely confident enough.
Charles nodded and the only thing he did was to briefly glance at the person who was already on his way with a can of sprite to Joyce, along with his role that was already inside it.
Joyce took it, and followed after Charles, who had already taken off after she had picked up the can.
"I want office wear for her. Make sure the colors suit her. Include the jewelry and the shoes."
And that was it.
