Marisol was once a bright young student sponsored through college by the generous Merrick.
Her journey from a remote Appalachian town to the halls of higher education was made possible through the kindness of Merrick and the wise Freya, who insisted that Marisol had to break free from her mountain chains.
As the least favored child in her family, and a girl at that, Marisol nearly found herself traded off to a local widower for a sum that would barely cover a small car payment, had it not been for Freya. During one of her field research trips, she saw potential in Marisol and decided to support her academic journey for many years.
When Freya was too busy with her clandestine experiments to make public appearances, Merrick stepped in, ensuring Marisol could pursue both her undergraduate and graduate studies.
To Marisol, Merrick and Freya were nothing short of angels.
And considering the exemplary nature of Merrick and Freya, it was clear their granddaughter, Noella, was no ordinary girl. Even if Noella had been the most clueless college student, Marisol wouldn't let anyone in the company disrespect her.
"Cosmo! First off, the design department meetings are scheduled for the third of every month, and we've already had this month's meeting. Besides, Ms. Noella will be the future boss of this company. What gives you the right to exclude her from the meetings? And you've seen Ms. Noella's design drafts. Don't act like you don't know whether she has a knack for design. You've been with the company for over a decade. Don't tell me you've forgotten how things work here?"
Though technically Cosmo was subordinate to Marisol, he always acted like he held the company's lifeline, barely acknowledging Marisol's authority.
"Marisol, aren't you being a bit harsh? How do we even know if those are really Ms. Noella's own designs? She's not familiar with the company's operations or design direction yet. Maybe it's best she gets acclimated first."
"Our firm is second to none in Imperial City. I think we need a redo of this month's meeting and perhaps a special session. I'm only thinking of Ms. Noella's best interests. You know, meetings can be so dreary. Most young ladies would rather avoid them. But, of course, if Ms. Noella wishes to attend, she's more than welcome!"
Marisol was fuming at Cosmo's audacious excuses! As she was about to defend Noella, the young woman herself stepped forward.
"Let's go. I'll attend."
A moment of shock froze Cosmo's expression. He had hoped to intimidate Noella upon her arrival.
The talent and strength evident in Noella's jewelry design drafts had sent a shiver down his spine.
If those designs were indeed Noella's, Cosmo feared his days of dominating the design department could be numbered. With Noella's understanding of design, he would no longer be able to rule the roost at the company.
Just the thought was enough to rob Cosmo of sleep. Considering Noella was still a college student unfamiliar with the corporate world, Cosmo planned to marginalize her within the company.
Gritting his teeth, he managed, "Welcome, Ms. Noella, right this way..."
Noella, paying him no heed, walked into the meeting room with Marisol and chose a discreet spot to sit.
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