The sound of my six-inch Chanel stiletto echoed through the busting halls of the topmost floor of the biggest and most renowned ship building company in the whole of Asia.

My black crossover halter bodycon dress clung to my body like it's my second skin as I sauntered across the long hallway.

I ran my fingers through my short hair and stared impressed at the newly renovated place. I stopped in front of a portrait and could not contain my admiration.

"Wow. I never thought I could look this good in a painting," I exclaimed when I took a closer look at it.

Before me is a magnificently made painting...