Chapter 30 How Did the Personnel Change?
Ambrose had parked the car in front of the hotel and handed it over to the valet to park.
The two of them entered the hotel elevator wearing masks.
There were only the two of them in the elevator.
“What are we having for dinner tonight, Graciela?”
“How about going to have spicy pasta? I know a place, the taste is the most authentic, I used to go there often when I was young. I’m also very familiar with the boss, I guarantee you will enjoy it.”
“Spicy pasta, huh!” Ambrose hesitated. His foreign stomach wasn’t sure if it could handle it.
“It’s so delicious! I guarantee it!” Graciela strongly persuaded, “One bite, spicy and numbing, you feel all your pores opening up, the whole person feels comfortable. That taste, it’s really amazing.”
Graciela was drooling just talking about it.
“And, it was also my first time taking a man out to eat!”
Ambrose looked at her greedy expression, couldn’t help but
smile and pat her head, “Look at you, making me hungry. Let’s go rest for a bit and then we’ll go eat!”
Graciela was caught off guard when someone suddenly patted her head.
After getting out of the elevator, she protested unhappily, “Hey, don’t touch a girl’s head randomly, okay?”
Ambrose was quick to agree: “Okay, next time I’ll ask for your permission before touching!”
Graciela was ready to argue with Ambrose, but he quickly
backed down and apologized.
Graciela punched the cotton.
She was the kind of person who gets stronger when you’re strong, and weaker when you’re weak.
Seeing Ambrose’s good temper, she lowered her voice and
muttered, “Fine! I won’t argue with you. Take a rest, we’ll leave in the evening.”
She swiped the room card and entered the room.
Ambrose’s room is right across the hall.
He watched as Graciela closed the door, stood at the doorway for a moment, and couldn’t help but chuckle, “So cute!”
The more he got to know her, the more he was attracted.
“You’re so cute, how can I not be interested in you?” Ambrose said in a voice only he could hear.
He cared so much about a girl for the first time, hopefully God will treat him well and give him a happy ending.
He swiped his card to enter, leaving the night outside the door.
The Arellano Group.
The President’s Secretary’s Office.
The Golden Week holiday just ended not long ago, and employees haven’t recovered from the holiday syndrome yet.
As the end of the afternoon approached, the CEO and Curtis went to another meeting. The secretary’s staff started openly
slacking off.
“Hey, did you see the Twitter post Graciela just made? She looks
so good, totally fits my aesthetic,” said a young female secretary.
She’s a big fan of Graciela.
Someone immediately chimed in, “Yeah, she did have a really
bright and infectious smile!”
“Hey, take a close look at the photo. In this selfie, look carefully at Graciela’s eyes, is there a man’s figure inside?”
“Wow! Your observation skills are really on point! No wonder even Curtis praised you.”
“Guess who she went to Omaford with?”
“Maybe it was Mr. Morrison. I saw a rumor in the fan club that
Mr. Morrison wanted Graciela to take him to Omaford as a favor.”
“Mr. Morrison really went to great lengths to create opportunities for himself! If I were Graciela, I would…”
“Cough, cough!”
Everyone was chatting away when Lamar and Curtis walked to the door, but no one noticed.
Curtis looked at Lamar’s serious face and had to muster up the
courage to give a hint.
The sound suddenly stopped.
Is there anything more embarrassing than getting caught
slacking off by the boss on the spot?
Everyone’s face turned pale, and they scattered like birds and beasts, hiding at their own workstations, trying to minimize their presence, until Lamar entered the CEO’s office without saying anything, then everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Curtis made a neck–touching gesture, frowned, and followed in.
Lamar was standing by the large window, holding a coffee and lost in thought.
“I remember Marketing Department was supposed to visit Omaford this week, right?”
“Yes, Mr. Arellano.”
“Let them know, we’re leaving in an hour.”
“You’re going too?” Curtis exclaimed.
Lamar glanced at him, and Curtis quickly explained, “I thought this little thing didn’t need your help? Plus, aren’t you supposed to have dinner with Ms. McLean tonight?”
“Help me cancel it! Go inform them!” Lamar looked back out the
window.
The setting sun was like blood, with a slanting ray of sunlight
shining through the thick windows, enveloping him.
The light cast a soft glow on Lamar, and in the dappled light, Curtis seemed to see a faint sadness emanating from him.
Curtis couldn’t bear to look anymore, so he turned and went to the Marketing Department to deliver the bad news.
