No Task

Sarah's POV:

The car drove away, then Elma's driver parked the car in front of me, and he hurried down and pulled the door open for me.

"Thanks," I said after getting in. He looked at me with such a shocked look that I started wondering if I had done something wrong.

He snapped out and walked to the car before driving out of Josh's school. "Are you going home or to the office, ma'am?" he asked.

"The office." It has always been my dream to enter Wistold fashion; just the thought of working as a fashion designer in such a place was exceptional.

Even though I hated Elma, I loved her collections and was a big fan of hers. I imagined the day we would meet one another and the shocked look on her face when she noticed we looked alike. But that was not the case; the first day she met me, she offered me this deal.

Soon we arrived at the office, and I walked down with a bright smile. I didn't wait for the driver and quickly hurried in.

"Good day, Mrs. Wistold," the security guards greeted, and I smiled at them before walking in.

"Did she just smile at us?" one guard asked. I stopped on my track and wondered if I had done something unusual. I had to be as cold as Elma, so why do I keep smiling at people?

"I can die peacefully; my queen just smiled at me," the other guard said. Elma was indeed an idol.

Then a lady in her twenties hurried towards me. "Mrs. Wistold, I am glad you came," she said, and her face was very familiar.

In the many faces, Elma made me master, I could tell she was Elma's assistant. "Unise?" Please let it be the name.

"Yes, ma'am, do you need anything?"

I sighed in relief and nodded. "Take me to my office." The company was so big, and I was going to get lost if I tried going to the office alone.

Then I followed Unise as we took the elevator upstairs to the second floor. The place was so beautiful, and in any section we passed by, I could see everyone working very hard.

Some folded fabrics, others were on their desktops, and they all stopped and greeted me.

I nodded and followed Unise to the left end; there was a cabin there, and it stood out from others. She pushed the door open and signaled for me to get in.

"This is my office?" I asked in disbelief.

"You have been working here for the past ten years, ma'am," Unise explained, and I suddenly realized what I said.

"That's right, so is there any work?" I was so eager to get into designing, drawing, and all that. I so desperately wanted to see my creation on a model.

"No, ma'am, you pushed all your tasks to Ms. Nel," she responded, and I frowned.

"So I have nothing to do at the office?" Was that even possible? How could Elma push all her tasks to someone else?

"That's what you always wanted."

"This Ms. Nel, where is she?"

"You are being weird, ma'am," Unise said in a suspicious tone. I cleared my throat and sat on the desk chair.

"Refresh my memory. Between me and Ms. Nel, who is more superior at this office?"

She thought for a while and bit her fingers. "Let me see." She was in deep thought.

"Your husband owns the company; that makes you an owner as well," she stated, and I got happy so I could take back my tasks from Ms. Nel.

"But Mr. Wistold made it clear that the only relationship you both share in the company is purely professional, and Ms. Nel is our boss, so that makes her superior to you."

Elma didn't even mention her position at the office to me; all she did was mention her skin routine and her reputation.

"What's Ms. Nel's role in the company?"

"She is a senior designer just like you, but due to the number of projects she and her team have accomplished and also the fact that her team produces the best outfits, she is more respected," Unise explained, and I nodded.

Nothing else could surprise me about Elma; that woman was something else.

"Then why were you so happy to see me here?" It was obvious I had no work at the office, so why did she say that?

"The bag you desperately wanted to buy is been sold today, and it's a limited product. We can start going now," she explained, and I scoffed.

"I will stay here; I will look around before leaving."

Unise didn't argue; she nodded and left the office. I picked up some drawing paper and a pencil. I didn't have any inspiration to draw because I just discovered I had no task.

Then what the heck does Elma do with her life?

*

I kept looking at Elma's designs the whole day, and I lost track of time. Unise knocked on the door before walking in.

"I called your driver; he is waiting for you downstairs," she said, and I nodded in relief. She was a brilliant assistant.

"Thanks, Unise, I should leave now." I walked past her to the elevator, but she stayed unmoved.

"Earth to Unise"

"Did you just thank me?" she asked in disbelief. I pressed the elevator button, and it closed slowly, with her running towards me.

"Please don't leave me." She was not able to make it to the elevator. I walked to the car, and the driver drove away.

I felt nervous going to the mansion; now I had to take on the duty of being a wife and a mother. Elma had the best life; I wonder why she hasn't realized that.

After an hour, we finally arrived in front of the gate. I looked out of the car window and noticed a motorcycle parked at the side. A lady was hugging a man.

Why did the lady's figure look familiar? When they noticed the car, the lady quickly rushed inside the gate, and the man drove away.

"Who is that?" I asked the driver, who was shocked by my question.

"Your daughter, ma'am," he answered. That's right. Elma has a sixteen-year-old daughter. What was she doing with that man on the motorcycle? And at this hour?