It is said that the minimum annual membership fee is 200,000, and there must be a member referral, otherwise, no matter how much money is spent, one cannot get in.
From the underground parking garage elevator all the way up, Emma Smith followed Robert Thomson into the elevator, first looking at his button for the third floor.
The third floor is the women's clothing department of the mall. Because this mall targets high-end goods and it is a weekday afternoon, there are not many people around.
Emma looked around at the exclusive counters of well-known brands, where neatly-dressed salespeople stood smiling politely, with very few customers.
Without a word, Robert led her to a women's clothing brand counter. She looked up at the sign - Chanel.
The salesgirl greeted them warmly: "Welcome!"
As soon as Robert entered, he sat down and waved his hand casually: "Find her a decent set of clothes for meeting people."
"Of course, sir." The salesgirl led Emma downstairs with a new set of clothes for her, "This is our new summer collection, give it a try."
She walked into the changing room and put on the clothes, casually pulling out the price tag and looking at it. Emma saw the string of zeros and fell silent for a moment.
Alright, her first thought was—will the cost of these clothes come out of that one million?
She stopped thinking about it, finished changing, and pushed the door open.
"How is it?" Seeing Robert's stunned expression, Emma thought the outfit didn't look good, so she twirled around twice to show off the well-cut clothes that flattered her slender figure.
The salesgirl next to her was originally planning to promote the clothes enthusiastically, but when she started to speak, Robert made a silencing gesture with a frown: "Too housewife-ish!"
The salesgirl and Emma both paused for a moment, wondering if he meant the outfit wasn't sexy enough.
The salesgirl coughed twice and then handed her a slightly vintage little black dress.
While changing again, Emma was grumbling to herself about Robert calling the previous outfit too housewife-ish. What kind of occasion was he taking her to?
Feeling a little uneasy, Emma put on the dress, but Robert was still not satisfied. The salesgirl remained smiling, standing by politely after professional training.
Changing clothes over and over again, Emma slowly became numb.
Whatever, he's the boss. With such a high salary, if her job was just changing clothes... it actually wasn't too bad.
It's certainly more relaxed than staying by his side, pleasing him, and helping him with his work, right?
Robert basically didn't talk, sitting like a lord on the soft sofa, sipping coffee. He just watched her model the clothes like a fashion show, impatiently gesturing her to continue changing.
If he was more satisfied, he would ask her to twirl twice. If not, he would just glance and let it go.
Gradually, she noticed a change in his gaze.
From his original cold eyes, there seemed to be a hint of warmth, and his facial expression subtly changed. Sometimes, he would involuntarily stare at her exposed slender arms or her delicate waist for a few seconds.