"Good day, sir," Emily greeted.

Her words stuck in her mouth when she saw who she greeted.

"Here, president Noah, that's the famous designer. You will surely like her designs, they are grand and unique," the manager took pains to explain but Noah wasn't listening. He was staring at Emily. He walked past the manager and stood right in front of her, facing her squarely.

"You? Butterfly Designs?"

Emily swallowed and said nothing.

"Have you lost the ability to speak?"

"Baby, do you know her?"

Noah didn't take his eyes off Emily even for a second. The manager looked on as well, hoping that Noah would answer Benny's question which...