"There is something wrong?"
Gizelle looked at Freya confusedly through the reflection of the mirror in front of her. The stocky woman looked at Gizelle up and down as if she was a strange creature on earth.
"Where are you going? You're wearing bright red lipstick, you're just like a teenager."
"What's wrong with wearing lipstick? I'm a woman, of course this is reasonable. Do you who go here and there never dress up? Huh, it's only right that Ben asked to break up with you."
Oh- damn it!
"You want me to hit with my boots, huh?!"
Well, she is sulking too.
Gizelle snorted harshly. "Come on, don't talk too much! If you come into my apartment you'd better be quiet. Let me finish this lipstick."
Freya took a chair and immediately sat down next to Gizelle, looking at the woman with the thick powder.
"Tell me, are you in love with someone?"
Gizelle knitted her brows together. "What are you doing?! Just want to know about my business."
"Say it, Giz! Really? Do you have a crush on someone?"
"Seriously! I just broke up with Edward."
"Then why is your makeup so excessive, hey!"
Oh- come on, didn't Gizelle say earlier that it's natural for women to put on makeup?
Gizelle jerked Freya's hand that was creeping on her shoulder. "Get rid of your hands! I'm already beautiful like this, don't touch it!"
"You fell in love again?"
Gizelle laughed lightly. "What is love? Haha."
"Hey! Look at your cheeks, you're like a street clown begging at a red light. Oh- don't forget those red lips that glow as thick as a hotdog. Like they just hit the great wall of China."
Gizelle ignored Freya's ridiculous remarks. The woman posed in front of the mirror while fixing her makeup.
"You're so talkative, Frey. Shut up! I'm going to work, you don't mess around in my apartment."
"Last week you said today was your day off. Why are you leaving now?"
Gizelle put on her shoes, took a sling bag, then walked over to Freya, and whispered.
"I am on a mission. Pray for me, I hope my mission is successful and I will become the richest woman in this city, hahaha," she laughed thunderously.
Freya was dumbfounded in her place. The words of her neighbor who was body goals gave her goosebumps.
She certainly knows that Gizelle is a materialistic woman. Her life, which was once fulfilled and glamorous, is certainly not easy to adapt to a hard-working environment like the residents of this apartment.
Oh- Freya can only pray to God that Gizelle's madness for treasure will soon disappear and try to live life as it is.
****
"Giz, I want to ask you something," said a well-built man approaching Gizelle.
"Tell me," the woman didn't turn around because she was still struggling with the computer screen.
"What did you eat before you left here?"
Gizelle raised an eyebrow. "I don't have dinner. Just french fries with peanut sauce. Is there a problem?"
"Ah- no," the man was nervous because Gizelle looked at him seriously. "You just... look different today. I think you ate the wrong thing or took the wrong medicine."
"What do you mean?"
"You... a thousand times more beautiful than usual, Giz. Despite the over-dressing and the tight work clothes. Did you shrink it? For what?"
Gizelle massaged her head. "Jerold, I did it on purpose. But you don't need to know why."
"Go away, Jer. Just do your thing in the kitchen and don't bother me!" continued Gizelle chase away.
After that, Gizelle turned her attention back to the computer, checking Lieblings Bar's earnings in recent months.
Two taps on the bartender's table broke her focus.
A man with a large and stout stature looked tall and towering in front of Gizelle.
Oh- Daniel and Stella aren't lying. The charm of the Berlin conglomerate is indeed worthy of thumbs up for his style and appearance.
Where has she been all this time, hey?! How can her eyes be myopic and not glance at this man of a million charms?
Really illustrates that the man is not a descendant of random people. Oh- maybe the descendants of the ancient roman empire whose inhabitants of the palace were famous for their beautiful and handsome looks.
Gizelle immediately stood up with her sensual style. She had this ready last night. After all, she was determined to be able to answer Daniel and Stella's challenges for the assets of an apartment as well as a luxury hotel located in Vienna, Austria.
"Welcome, Sir. Can I help you?"
The man squeaked. He watched intensely up and down this bitch-like woman bartender.
"Three bottles of red wine."
"Wow, that's a lot. Usually, you only order 1 bottle."
"You watching me?"
"Come on, I am a permanent bartender who always serves bar visitors here," said Gizelle while preparing to find a red wine. "Of course, I know the faces of the regulars I serve every day along with their favorite alcohol."
Gizelle was silent with 3 bottles of red wine already in her hand. She bit her sexy lower lip with a look that couldn't be separated from the man eagle's eyes in front of her.
Be lulled, oh Kenric. Gizelle's mind is full of confidence.
For a moment Kenric looked away. "Don't try to seduce me, bitch! Your face and body are far from my taste even when you are naked."
This bastard... oh- what a jerk! Gizelle couldn't believe she would get such a response from Kenric.
Shit! Apparently, she was wrong for ignoring Daniel and Stella's warning yesterday.
No, she couldn't resist.
"I know," she said with a forced, sensual smile. "By the way, what's your name, Sir? You have e been a loyal customer here for a long time and I have seen you a few times but don't know your name. It's funny when we don't get to know each other as employees and regulars. Isn't that right?"