#Chapter8
Ms. James
Arella
IGNORING MY hammering heart was hard enough, but what was harder was facing the man who never left my mind these past days. He left me standing outside my apartment two days ago with a billion-dollar question that might remain unanswered.
Right now, I was facing a deja vu as my body hummed to his closeness while he was talking to our head chemist, Dr. Duke Mackenzie. The disappointment plastered on our faces when Skip didn’t like any of our samples. He said it was too sweet for women and too strong for men.
But instead of taking it as an insult, it encouraged and drove me to work harder for this project. I wanted to prove to him that we could compete with the top leading fragrance laboratories all over the world. I able to come up with some ideas now I knew what he liked.
He faced me. /"Ms. Rogue—/"
