606 Hunt someone new.

The following day in the Royal Palace, 

The Queen was flipping the pages of the file in her hand one after other. Her expressions all stern, with hints of a bit of callousness in her eyes. 

In front of her, her secretary was standing with a complicated face. It had been tough for her to accumulate all those data in a file. Tough enough that it almost took her whole week without giving her any weekend. Yet now, looking at the lady's expression, she could say, not only her work has not satisfied her but has also disappointed her to a far extent. 

"None of these are suitable. Have you not noted the requirement I have asked you to see strictly? How can none of these women are even near to what I have expected?" 

As expected, soon after reaching the last page of the file, the Queen asked, slamming all the portfolios of traditional, cultural models shut.