Chapter 5. The queen at Royale

Chapter 5. The queen at Royale

The morning sun was smiling so brightly on the Central Park, one of the places at the upper east side of Manhattan. That was where Miss Zhang's villa was located. The sun rays slid through her windows gracing her beautiful face with its shine. The young lady stirred in her sleep her eyelids moving. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her chocolate brown eyes coming in contact with the sun rays. Her forehead furrowed reflexively before finally adjusting to the light after sometime. She heaved a deep sigh as she clutched her head gently. She had quite a talk with Mr Lim last night and today was another day. However, it wasn't a morning meeting. Mr Lim had invited her to the luncheon that EssDee was holding that afternoon for her executives and staff. Last night when he had invited her, she had said, "Thank you sir for giving me this honor". But the old man had shunned her. He told her that her presence at EssDee was already a great honor for them.

She climbed out of bed and grabbed her phone. Last night's sleep was a success thanks to the meds. She walked leisurely to the bathroom and did her rituals. After she was done, she dressed up in a simple dress however when she put it on, the dress climbed a new height. Her body was salvation to every dress or cloth that seemed useless or insignificant. Once she puts them on, it becomes one of magnificence.

She got into her Porsche that was waiting for her in front of the villa. Rachel was already there with a cuppa in hand. Leilani appreciated her assistant's good memory with a smile and a reassuring nod. Rachel, being the cutie she was, smiled widely as she imagined the color of her coming future.

Leilani's Porsche arrived in front of the Royale building, the New York City, USA branch. All the employees, starting from the lowest to the highest, stood outside to welcome their boss, Leilani Zhang. Some reporters were already there to share the good news to the world about the 'queen of fashion's' arrival to the US. When the news got to someplace in China, the whole media agency was flustered as they didn't witness the Leilani's departure.

"That's my baby girl", Mia said with a chuckle as she continued the medication she was administering to her patient. She was a doctor by profession and a gynaecologist by specialty. She was a very good one and was expecting a promotion soon.

Leilani walked into the building, her face stern as she assessed every nook and cranny.

"Miss Zhang, we've been invited to a fashion contest. You were included as one of the judges", Rachel said as she tried to keep up with the pace of her boss.

"Who invited?"

"Dior".

"Ok. That's another gig".

"The contest is in two days".

" Sure. What else?"

"Fabrics have already arrived at the factory. You might need to check them ".

"Who's in charge of the fabrics?", she asked as she got into the VIP elevator.

"Mr James Hawthorn".

"Have him come to my office. I would be doing the inspection with him".

Rachel read out a few more schedules for her which she nodded to.

When she was already settled down in her swivel chair behind that mahogany desk and was looking over some files, a knock came on her door.

She raised her head up. It was Mr James, the man in charge of the fabrics.

"Oh, Mr hawthorn. Come in".

The man walked in with respect. "Good morning Miss".

"Yeah. I heard of the fabrics arrival".

"Yes Miss. They're in the factory".

"I want to inspect them".

"Sure Miss", the man said. Leilani stood from her chair and walked towards the door. On their way, the man gave her a detailed explanation on the fabrics starting from the cotton, to the silk and chiffon. The leathers as well and the khakis.

The inspection lasted for an hour. Leilani was particularly strict with this Fabric section because that was the root of everything that went on in Royale. A bad fabric meant a bad Royale.