Then, she turned and walked inside.
She knew her words might leave Roscoe with a poor impression of her.
Since he had forgotten about her and their shared past, his opinion of her didnât matter that much.
If he stayed out of her affairs, he would have a better life.
Nicole did it intentionally to make Roscoe misunderstand her.
It was better for him to not remember her all the time.
This was the last kindness she could offer him.
Watching Nicoleâs retreating figure, Roscoe was silent.
He couldnât fathom why she would work here.
It didnât seem like a place for someone like Nicole.
Yet, he didnât know Nicoleâs reasons for being here and thought it wise not to make assumptions.
His eyes trailed her slender figure.
She was so thin.
But she stood tall and determined, seeming unbeatable.
Roscoeâs expression grew somber.
It seemed that each time he saw her, the void in his heart felt a little less empty.
He couldnât understand why, nor could he shake off the feeling.
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After Nicole walked in, the receptionist asked about who she was looking for.
The receptionist recognized Nicole when she introduced herself, and then made a quick phone call.
Shortly after, an older woman, known as Jemma, emerged to greet Nicole.
âAre you Nicole Lawrence?â she asked.
Nicole nodded.
With a cigarette hanging from her lips, Jemma sized Nicole up and instructed, âCome with me.
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Jemma led Nicole to what seemed like a dressing room and then instructed someone to apply makeup to Nicole.
After getting Nicoleâs makeup done, Jemma had someone fetch her different clothes.
When Nicole saw the revealing garments, she blushed and hesitantly asked, âCan I not wear this?â
The outfit was hardly a dress.
It was just a few scraps of cloth stitched together, barely covering anything.
Jemma sneered, âYouâre here to work, not to shop.
Put on what youâre told!â
Nicole calmed herself and asked politely, âHow should I address you?â
Noting Nicoleâs respectful tone, Jemma softened slightly and said, âJust call me Jemma.
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âJemma, I understand you want me to help you make money, but this dress will just make me look cheap and wonât attract earnings.
If I wear something that suits me better, I promise itâll be more profitable for you.
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Nicole understood these people were all about money, so being pitiful wouldnât help.
Maybe if she discussed the upsides and downsides with Jemma, she could convince Jemma.
Nicole persisted, refusing to give up even in a tough situation.
She was determined to find a way out.
Jemma frowned and studied Nicole.
While Nicole was definitely attractive, she wasnât flashy.
This dress, however, would cheapen Nicoleâs natural elegance.
After a moment, Jemma decided and said, âChoose something yourself.
The clothes are over there.
â
Nicole searched through the options but found little that appealed to her.
Eventually, she settled on a shirt and a short skirt that resembled a s@xy uniform.
Though it was tempting, thankfully, it wasnât too revealing.
Jemma examined Nicole closely and said, âYouâre not the youngest, but you have potential.
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