Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1009

Her, her, her!

Isn't she the girl who was arguing with Lydia outside earlier?

"Legend!"

As Flora strolled in, the four interviewers got to their feet in a show of respect, calling out with a mix of awe and formality.

The woman's legs nearly gave out beneath her, almost sending her sprawling to the floor in shock!

Legend?!

This girl is Rose?!

She finally got why Howell had been so deferential to Flora, even calling her "boss." Flora was the Legend!

The woman was in a panic, her body trembling. She hoped she hadn’t just said anything bad about Flora.

She was terrified that with just one command from the Legend, she’d be tossed out too!

Howell trailed behind Flora, holding a bag of cupcakes.

It was his secret weapon to keep the boss happy!

"Boss, have a seat here."

Howell pulled out the chair in the middle for Flora, then settled in the chair next to her.

"Let's get started," he said, adjusting his glasses.

"Yes."

The four interviewers nodded, turning to the still-stunned woman: "Number one, please tell us a bit about yourself."

The woman, still floored by the revelation that Flora was Rose, took a few seconds to pull herself together before blurting out, "Good day, Rose, Mr. Howell, and esteemed interviewers. I'm applicant number one. My name is Taylor, and I—"

Taylor stumbled over her words, almost on the verge of tears.

This wasn’t her usual self, but with Flora’s eyes on her, her thoughts were all jumbled, nearly incoherent.

"Relax, take your time," Flora leaned back in her chair, casually tapping the table with her right hand.

Why were they so scared of her?

What does the legendary Rose really look like?

"Guys, wait till I get out, and I’ll spill all the details!"

The second applicant marched in bravely, planning to greet Rose with a friendly "little sis."

Girls, especially those a bit older, usually loved being called "little sis"!

"Maybe not…" Taylor rubbed her forehead. "Don’t call her that…"

"If not 'sis', then what, 'Auntie'?"

The second applicant looked at her, confused, as that seemed downright rude.

She was twenty-eight, and Rose was probably just about ten years older.

She strode into the interview room confidently, bowing deeply.

"Good day to the interviewers! And Mr. Howell!" She paused, her voice booming: "Hello, little sis Rose—"

As she lifted her gaze, she spotted Flora, sipping on an iced latte.