Emily typed "Janet Norman" into the search bar, and what she saw left her stunned. The photos that appeared were a far cry from the image she had of Janet. Gone was the once sweet and innocent girl-next-door; in her place was someone almost unrecognizable—thick layers of makeup, bold red lips, and outfits that left little to the imagination. Janet Norman had transformed into a s.ultry, over-the-top icon of sensuality, with every photo more provocative than the last. Emily shook her head in disbelief. The Janet she had known was soft, elegant, and delicate. Now, it seemed like she was trying to be someone entirely different, someone she wasn't. Ken, noticing Emily's reaction, leaned over, grinning. "Quite the transformation, huh? You think she's hot?" Emily gave a half-nod, followed by a shrug. "She’s attractive, sure. But... it’s too much. It doesn’t seem like her." Ken chuckled, swirling his coffee. "Ah, but men love sexy. Janet’s got a crazy fanbase now. Last time she was at a public event, some guy almost dragged her off! Totally insane." Emily frowned. "And Vincent? He doesn’t mind this new direction?" Ken raised his eyebrows. "What’s he gonna do? She’s an adult now, makes her own choices. Besides, she's been through a lot—especially after what happened with her fiancé a few years ago." Emily's brows furrowed in concern. "Her fiancé?" Ken nodded, sipping his coffee. "Yeah, back around three years ago, he disappeared. Whole thing was a big mystery. After that, Janet started going down this more... provocative path. Guess it changed her." As they were speaking, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Ken called out. A receptionist entered, looking slightly flustered. "Ken, there’s a woman downstairs. She says she’s Lucas’ manager. She mentioned being an old friend of the boss and is asking to see Mr. Norman." Ken frowned. "Lucas’ manager? And she claims to know our boss?" "Yes," the receptionist confirmed. "She also mentioned she’s here about something related to boss’ wife. I didn’t want to just send her up, so I thought I’d check with you first." Ken looked skeptical. "You did the right thing. These days, you never know. People will pretend to be anyone just to get close to our boss. Tell her Vincent’s not here. If she really knows him, she can call him herself." The receptionist hesitated. "She said she’s tried calling, but the number she had for him no longer works." Emily, who had been quietly listening, added, "He did change his number recently." Ken glanced at her, his curiosity piqued. "You seem to know a lot about boss’ personal details, Miranda." At the hospital, Emily had noticed that Mr. Satan was using a new phone number, one that only had her UK contact saved in it. Ken blinked in surprise. "Miranda, you know her?" Emily stood up. "I'll go see if it's really her." She walked down the hallway, heading towards the lobby, where she could see the waiting area. Ken, strolling casually behind her, caught up and asked, "Well? Is it really Lucas’ agent?" "...It’s her," Emily nodded. "Yes, it’s her." Ken looked puzzled. "I thought you didn’t know much about the entertainment industry..." Emily wasn’t quite sure how to explain that part. "Do you want to meet her?" Emily asked. Ken nodded. "Well, if she’s an old acquaintance of the boss, especially if it involves his wife, we definitely need to meet her." He then turned to the receptionist. "Please, show her to my office. And be polite." "Of course," the receptionist replied, quickly hurrying off to fetch the guest. Emily said. "I’ll head to the bathroom. You talk to her." Ken raised an eyebrow. "Not curious to meet her?" Emily gave a small smile. "I have a... stomach ache. You two can talk." Ken watched her retreat down the hallway, suspicion creeping into his thoughts. There was definitely more to Emily than she was letting on. Meanwhile, the receptionist returned with Amanda Ken greeted her with his usual professional demeanor, inviting her into his office and offering her a glass of water. "Amanda, right?" Ken asked."Yes, thank you," Amanda replied, taking a sip before getting to the point. "I need to speak with Vincent. It’s about something important, something involving his wife." Ken raised an eyebrow. "Vincent isn’t in today, I’m afraid. He’s been unwell, taking time to recover. Is there something I can help with?" Amanda hesitated, clearly uncomfortable discussing sensitive matters with someone she didn’t know well. "It’s a bit complicated. I heard that recently a makeup artist helped Lucas backstage at his concert, someone with an eerily similar style to Vincent’s wife. I came here to see if Vincent knew anything about it." Ken was puzzled. "A makeup artist? I’m sorry, but we’re a construction and design firm. We don’t have any makeup artists working here." Amanda looked uncertain. "Are you sure? The reports I got... They said this person was close to Vincent. Are there any new women around your boss lately?" Ken thought for a moment, connecting the dots. Could Amanda be talking about Emily? She was indeed new here, and there had been strange coincidences lately. Her style, her presence, and now this talk about someone resembling Vincent’s wife... Ken cleared his throat. "Well, there is one person who’s new around here. A designer named Miranda. Vincent seems to trust her a lot, but she’s not involved in makeup—at least not that I know of." Amanda’s eyes narrowed in thought. "I see. And this Miranda... When did she start working here?" "Not long ago," Ken replied, choosing his words carefully. "And I have to admit, she does have a certain... air about her. A bit like the late Mrs. Norman." Amanda sat back, her expression unreadable. "I think I’d like to meet this Miranda." Ken chuckled nervously. "Well, funny thing is, she just stepped out. Seems like today’s a day of just missing people." Amanda smiled faintly, though there was a sharpness in her eyes. "Yes, it does seem that way, doesn’t it?" Ken couldn’t shake the feeling that something significant was brewing. He had no idea what it was, but with Amanda's persistence and Emily's mysterious past, he knew one thing for certain—there was more to both of these women than met the eye.