Day after day, Iris Long grew stronger and healthier compared to when she first woke up from coma. Now she only needed the physio and rehab sessions once a week.
Despite this, she still wasn't satisfied by her body's condition. Her muscles lacked power and her stamina would embarrass her with just one flight of stairs. All she could do was persevere in rebuilding her body with time and effort.
The renovations were also finally completed. She thought that the original Iris' taste of sparkly, shiny, loud, colourful, neon-bright glitter madness was frighteningly garish and tacky.
Everything was replaced with the tasteful elegance of classic aesthetics. The newly renovated and decorated penthouse gave a serene and sophisticated atmosphere.
Iris also added a big library office with a connecting computer room separated by a password-locked door. She filled the library with all kinds of books in different languages. Many of which were her favourites from her previous life.
As for the computer room, she arranged and designed it herself. Currently, there were seventeen different state-of-the-art computers and devices arranged neatly within the room. One wall was completely covered with flat-screen monitors. The room looked like the cockpit of a spaceship.
And not everything was delivered yet. She was still expecting more to arrive. The majority of the computers were not available on the regular market, and she had to use her virtual connections from her previous life to obtain these rare devices.
She had the room sealed with only her allowed to enter, as there was a lot of technology within it bought from the international black market. It wouldn't be good for her if other people were to know about these items.
A recording studio was also added in another part of the penthouse. She couldn't believe that the previous Iris Long didn't have one when she was a pop singer. The girl relied on other people to compose and write her music, thinking that she only had to sing, dance and act pretty.
Now that the new Iris was determined to live her life to the fullest, her first order of business was to establish a successful career.
Almost her entire wardrobe was also replaced. She couldn't make herself wear all the slutty clothes. They were hard on the eyes and looked extremely uncomfortable to wear.
Dominic Chua, her new assistant, along with the maids packed about 90% of the clothes, shoes, bags, accessories, make up and a lot of other stuff into boxes. Dom's eyes bulged the entire time, followed by shocked and admiring gasps.
"Boss, what do you plan on doing with all of these?" he asked Iris, stroking a seven-inch, rainbow-coloured metallic high heels.
"I'll let you decide," she said. "Sell them, donate them. I don't care."
Dom was so confused as to why his new boss wanted to throw away and replace her entire wardrobe. These were all brand named goods! Maybe this was how the rich lived. They would replace whatever they didn't like anymore. He couldn't relate.
If he owned these much brand named stuff, no matter how outdated they were, he would treat them as treasures and use them as heirlooms to the family's next generation. He picked up a crystal-encrusted purse and then glanced at his young boss.
"Uhm, boss? You see…I have a lot of female relatives back in the Philippines. I'm sure some of these will fit them. I know my mother will be absolutely thrilled to have some of these purses. My sisters, aunts and cousins, too. I think some of them have the same shoe size as you. Uhm, so, I'm just saying…."
"Sure, send all these boxes to your family. No problem."
Dom gasped, his jaw falling. "R-really? You're serious?! OMG! Thank you thank you THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I thank the Lord Almighty for giving me the BEST BOSS EVER!"
Iris chuckled watching her new assistant's antics.
"You're so generous, boss." He called the maids. "Come, come. The boss gave me full authority on how to discard all of these. Come and take some for yourselves." Then he glanced at Iris, asking with his eyes if it was alright.
Iris waved her hand, allowing him.
"See? The boss has spoken! Come, come! Don't forget to thank the boss!"
"Thank you, Young Miss!" The maids bowed and smiled bashfully, excitement in their eyes, and started choosing items for themselves.
Iris nodded.
"Thank you, boss. I won't send everything to the Philippines. I'll just choose the ones that I think my Momsy, my sisters, aunts and cousins will like. Then we'll sell the rest on the internet."
"I'll leave everything to you."
