Natalie Jackson.
"Gloria!" I gasped as she rushed to hug me. The passerby on the way kept looking back at us.
"Where are you going off to? You're looking so sweet today," she said, and I wasn't surprised by her comments. I knew that her father and my father were friends. However, we didn't have a good relationship before since they all kept their distance away from me. Some of them tried to associate with Amelia.
"I'm looking for a job finder, like an agent, to help me out in getting a new job," I told Gloria and saw her smile brighten.
"What kind of job do you want? Come with me. I'm going to my salon," she said. I looked at her in surprise, unable to believe that she owned a salon.
"Gloria, your father is a billionaire and you're a graduate of economics if I'm not mistaken. What do
