The spacious office located on the fifth floor of the building provided a stunning panoramic view of Bridgeport. The abundance of natural sunlight pouring in through the large windows created a warm and inviting atmosphere. However, the overall aesthetic of the room was dampened by the slate grey walls, which gave off a somber and cold impression. 

Rias's personality was perfectly encapsulated by the grey colour that adorned her office. The space was minimalistic, with only the essential furnishings present, yet each item spoke volumes about Rias's character. 

The deep, leather, burgundy Arne Jacobsen Egg Chair spoke to her refined taste and attention to detail, while the tobacco-hued wood desk exuded strength and stability. The addition of the bookcase, adorned with magazines and two globes, hinted at her love for knowledge and exploration. The two hanging paintings, perhaps the only trace of colour in the room, added a touch of sophistication and elegance. 

“Where is she?” I asked of Rias.

"I am not sure. However, I do hope she has a safe trip home." 

The frustration on my face was impossible to conceal. "You went ahead and rejected her for the job without even consulting me?" I impulsively slammed my palms down on the desk, causing a loud thud that reverberated throughout the room. As I did so, Rias lifted her head and met my gaze with a look of surprise. 

"I see you have forgotten that I am your manager," she responded. "I must hire someone who I trust will meet the demands. I simply cannot afford to handhold anyone. In fact, I just sealed deals with two additional clients. I need experience.” 

I pressed my fingertips against the bridge of my nose in frustration. "It seems like there's always something going on with you," I remarked. But my comment went unnoticed as she redirected the conversation. 

"Speaking of that girl, she bears a striking resemblance to Chelsea. Is that why you are so keen on me hiring her?" She asked, her tone laced with suspicion. 

Upon hearing the mention of Chelsea, my entire body became tense. "These are separate matters.”

In an attempt to gather my thoughts, I closed my eyes for a moment. However, the mere thought of that reckless girl filled me with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was as if every memory of her was laced with chaos and unpredictability. 

“Give me her contact number," I stated firmly.  

"Why?" Rias asked with a slight edge to her voice. "I won't be hiring her. She lacks any relevant experience."

It was a rare encounter for me to come across someone who was unaware of my identity. Kichi had never been aware of my popularity from the very beginning. This piqued my curiosity, as I was used to people acknowledging my status without fail. However, Kichi's lack of awareness only added to her charm.