The plane landed at paris Airport.
Beauty stepped out wearing a knee-length sweater and tall boots, immediately feeling a chill seep into her bones.
"Director Jennifer, Miss Ava, the CEO sent me to pick you up."
Just as she was scanning the crowd, a driver in a sharply tailored suit bowed slightly to her and Jennifer, speaking politely.
"Thank you for your trouble."
Beauty quickly ducked into the car, the rush of warm air enveloping her, instantly easing the cold.
The car sped along the road, pedestrians outside bundled in thick coats, hurrying past.
It felt as though winter had descended upon paris in the few days she'd been away in Finland.
Jennifer was organizing meeting materials, her black-framed glasses perched on her nose as she focused intently on her laptop screen.
The woman had slipped back into her no-nonsense professional persona—a stark contrast to the gossip-loving version of herself in Finland.
People really could have multiple sides, Beauty mused.
