Layla came out of the car with the help of Mr Louis and she spotted Mr Logan on the phone. She made her way over to him and bowed, "Good day sir". As Mr Logan eyes fell upon Layla, his brows furrowed and his hands clenched into a tight fist. She was wearing a white shirt and a black skirt on a flat shoe. He let out a ridiculous smile "I will call you back", he said rudly into the phone before ending the call.
Layla who stood there trying to read his expression on his face without knowing what was wrong but definitely something was wrong. "What are you putting on? "He snapped. Layla look around, realizing she was the only person standing in Mr Logan direction. She pointed to herself "sir" looking more confused.
" I did not expect you to dress in a manner that reflect the seriousness of your job". His tone was taking a lecturing quality, she regretted not paying attention to what Thea said about her dress. Mr logan slowly walk away from where Layla was, he pulled out his phone and begin to dial a number. The person in the other end answer immediately, her voice sounding so professional. "Miss Glad, are you at the store?" Mr logan asked, his tone was terse. "Yes sir", came the reply without hesitation. " I will be there in about 30 minutes ", he said hanging up the phone and slipping it back into his pocket.
Miss Glad smile widening as she ended the call and turn to her staff. "Ladies," she announced, clapping her hands together. "Mr Logan will be here in 20 minutes, so let get the newest, fanciest, trending, beautiful, glamorous,fashionable, dresses, bags, jewelries, heels, sunglasses, any fucking things that is the best , ready for him". The smile on her face never disappear as she know she was going to make it big and she does not care who was the lady Mr Logan was bringing.
The staff scattered, some in state of panic, others muttering under their breath. Miss Glad could see the fear in their eyes at the mention of Mr logan. She took a deep breath and shouted "Heyyyyy! I know Mr Logan can be intimidating but I gave you all this job "she said pointing to them "but Mr Logan could fire us all if we don't satisfy him". She wondered how a man can be this powerful by kicking her out ti the street and taking her over her own store, she could not think about it, she shake out the feeling. " so let do it right, okay? ". The staff nodded and their fear slowly turn to determination.
Mr logan hung up the phone, his face was set in a serious expression. He turn to his butler Mr Louis "Drive the other car home, I will take this one". Mr Louis nodded and gave him the keys and left. Without a word, he tossed them to Layla "let go " he voice was like a bell ringing in her head. Was driving part of her job, she thought, she caught the keys and headed toward the car. "I should drive?", she repeated after him to be sure she heard well. Mr Logan gave her a curious look "Or should I drive? ". She knew she would need to stay calm if she wanted to succeed in her job. Taking a deep breath, she smile while opening the door of the car for Mr Logan and headed to the driver sit.
When she got into the car she felt unease, she look at him with her side eyes at his put in the location on the Gps. She wondered why he did not sit in the passenger sit rather than right beside her making her uncomfortable. "Go to this location "he said like he is some god in control. He lean back to his sit closing his eyes. Layla start the engine of the car and slowly put on her earpiece as she listen to music while speeding on the highway.
it took less than 15 minutes for the car to arrive at the destination. As they pulled up, Layla noticed that the staff was waiting for them or him. They bowed and greeted Mr Logan, who simply nod and walk into the store. Was the meeting holding in a dressing store, she wondered.
As they followed Mr. Logan through the store, everyone was careful to keep their distance and move slowly. Suddenly, he stopped, and everyone froze in place. "Miss Glad," he said, turning to the woman who had been following him.She seems to be In her thirties, She smiled and nodded, not sure what to expect. Mr. Logan then turned to Layla, looking her up and down. "A new look," he said simply. Layla's mind raced. What did he mean by that? Was he going to change her appearance? , they were not here for the meeting but to get her change her outfit. She tried to remain calm, but it was hard to keep her thoughts from thinking out of control.
"Yes sir"Miss glad answered and turn to Layla "Miss can you come with us. Miss Glad face was neutral, she sense the awkward look on Layla face "we are just going to change your clothes"trying to reassure her "no need to be nervous ". As a lot of thought raced through Layla mind, was her style really that bad. Just then she felt a hand touch her hair, before she could turn, her hair unpinned faling down her shoulders. What was the guy's game, she wondered.
"From her hair to her nails and her toes, leave no place untouched ". He said without looking at anyone in particular "don't pack the hair "then he turned and sat down. Layla wanted to say something but she swallowed it and follow then to the dressing room. When they got to the dressing room, Layla sat down in front of the mirror while looking at her reflection to understand what just happened.
Suddenly, she slammed her hand in the table startling the staffs. "Heiiii" she yelled, jumping up from the chair and laughing out loudly in frustration. "Is my dressing that really bad? ". She said to no one in particular. One of the staff who was standing nearby cleared her throat and replied in a low voice, "Mr Logan has a high standards, it not necessarily that your dressing is bad, it just his standards are high ".
She sat down back regretting why she accepted the job in the first place as she ran her hands through her hair knowing that she going to face bigger troubles in the nearest future. "Mr Logan sure works in a mysterious way" another staff said giving Layla a knowing looks. Miss Glad came in and took her to another sit which there was no mirror "Miss Glad won't I be facing the mirror " Miss Glad shook her head and responded in French "No, not until I am done, only then can you get to see your unique look". Layla could not really understand French but she was sure she said No.
"Girls, let's begin," Miss Glad said, picking up a face mask and applying it to Layla's face. As the girls gathered around, some stood behind her, while others began filing her nails. Layla closed her eyes, trying to relax as the girls worked on her. She could hear them whispering to each other, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Suddenly, she felt something cold and wet on her hands. She opened her eyes and saw that the girls were applying nail polish. She bit her lip, wondering what color they would choose.
After what felt like forever, they had work on her nails, hair and was done applying makeup. Someone rolled in a rack of clothes, just five pieces were on the hanger and they were all designers. Miss Glad smiled at Layla "almost time for the final result", her voice was full of anticipation. She place her hand on her mouth trying to pick a good dress"where did he say you are going, his exacts words". She said without looking at Layla but at the dress. Layla trying to remember "emmmm" her words fumbled "a mini meeting party". Miss Glad brought a dress and turn to her, it was a long gown, it color was unique ,it linning, she love it ". Would have prefer this but then again ", Then Miss Glad brought another gown, it was exactly the gown Thea wanted her to wear.
It was a short skit and the shirt was in a form of a jacket and button runs down to it, "There are only three pieces of this, a black, blue and a pink in the whole universe", Miss Glad said wondering how she could not get hold of the three piece. "Another piece is in the country while the last piece might be probably " she shooked her head "in another continent".
Layla wanted to say my friend have the second piece but she felt pain while thinking of it, if only she listened to Thea,she won't be here now. Miss Glad gave her the dress to go change. When Layla step out, everyone in the room gasp. The dress fit perfectly and showing her best features. "This is perfection", Miss Glad said, her voice full of admiration. The other nodded in agreement, giving her beautiful compliment.
Miss Glad passed Layla a pair of heels, but she hesitated, looking around the room. Miss Glad noticed her expression and asked, "Is something the matter?" Layla hesitated, not sure if she should say anything. Finally, she spoke up, "Do I really have to wear this?" Miss Glad burst out laughing. "You can't be Mr. Logan's assistant and not wear heels. It would be a fashion faux pas! Besides, it completes your outfit." Layla still looked unsure, but she reluctantly took the heels and put them on.
When Layla put on the heels, she took a step back and looked in the mirror. What she saw was completely different from what she was used to.The makeup was natural which gave her a unique look. Her reflection was beautiful, confident, and strong. She couldn't help but smile. The girls then applied a light fragrance to her and handed her a bag. " you look beautiful", Miss Glad said, giving Layla a wink.
As she step out of the dressing room where Mr Logan was waiting. As he saw her, he eyes lit up. She was indeed beautiful but he expression did not change. He stood up " let go " layla bowed and thank Miss Glad and her staff and followed Mr Logan, but she was walking slowly, clearly not use to heels. Everything was perfect but not the heels, if she was it careful she will up getting bruises on her toes.
Mr Logan notice her slow pace and turn back to her, when Layla noticed him eyes " I am not good on heels " she said wondering if she can get on a flat. He smile turn into a sly grin. "Then you better learn how to walk in them" then he headed to the car. Layla was not expecting a good response but it seem like she will be putting on a lot of heels, she slowly went to the car open the door of Logan to get in. She got to the driver sit and immediately pull off the heel as she regain her breath. "To the location on the Gps " Logan said as he concentrate on his phone. It was almost 10pm, the day was almost ended but hers was just starting, she started the engine...