Kenneth Osborne sat down and began seriously sending messages to Lawrence Winters on WeChat.
[Kenneth]: How’s your preparation for tomorrow’s interview going?
Kenneth Osborne felt uncomfortable asking her directly if she was chatting with Lucas Harlow just now, so he had to take this roundabout way to probe.
[Nora]: Do I need to prepare? Shouldn’t I just go there, sit and listen to them brag about their company’s benefits, and then wait to make my decision? Smug.JPG.
[Kenneth]: ... You’re seeing yourself as a big shot now?
[Nora]: No way! They’re the ones who want to give me an offer, but they didn’t even say how much they’ll pay, and yet they still asked me to interview. Angry.JPG.
[Kenneth]: ... So, are you really planning not to prepare at all?
[Nora]: I don’t feel like preparing, I’ll just wing it on the spot.
[Nora]: By the way, Lucas Harlow was chatting with me just now. He seems to know someone inside the Foster Consortium and even suggested I intern there for a while to see if it suits me. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
[Kenneth]: ... Lucas Harlow chatted with you privately? Why is he so concerned about you?
[Nora]: Of course, it’s because I’m charming to everyone! Laughing with hands on hips.JPG. Smugly flipping hair.JPG. Hugging thigh.JPG.
[Kenneth]: ... Does he like you?
Kenneth Osborne couldn’t help but ask.
Lawrence Winters saw Kenneth Osborne’s message and was so startled that she dropped her phone again.
She quickly picked it up in a flustered manner and urgently replied: You can’t just say things like that! How could he possibly like me! I’m his biggest fan! He’s just engaging for business purposes! Trying to win me over, you know?!
[Kenneth]: Helping with your job, even introducing someone from the Foster Consortium, and you tell me he’s just doing business?
[Nora]: Kenneth, do you really think I’m that great? What I said about "charming to everyone" was just my habitual self-love. I do have self-awareness, actually. Humble.JPG.
Kenneth Osborne looked at this message and felt an inexplicable heartache.
After a long silence, he changed the subject and said: Anyway, I’ll go with you tomorrow.
[Nora]: Sure! Thanks, Kenneth! I Love You! MUA! Big red lips.JPG.
[Kenneth]: ... You’ve said "I love you" so many times it’s become unrecognizable to me. Bitter smile.JPG.
[Nora]: Hahaha, you’ll get used to it! Blowing kiss.JPG.
Yeah, right, get used to it!
Kenneth Osborne almost threw his phone down in frustration, casually dried his hair, and went to bed.
Early the next morning, he got up on time, first calling Lawrence Winters to go running together. They then had breakfast together, and got into a ride-share car to the Foster Consortium building in CBD.
The appointment with Lawrence Winters was at ten o’clock, and they arrived at the destination by nine twenty.
This time, Kenneth Osborne didn’t rent a car, so he came out of the car with Lawrence Winters, planning to wait in the building’s café and let Lawrence Winters go to the interview on the twenty-eighth floor.
Foster Consortium, ranking fifth in the nation’s billionaire list, owns this thirty-eight-story office building in Capital City’s CBD, worth billions on its own.
Inside, a lot of other companies have leased floors.
From the twenty-eighth floor up, it’s all offices belonging to the Foster Consortium.
The twenty-eighth floor, where Lawrence Winters had to go, is also the headquarters of NewHuman Entertainment Ltd.
Kenneth Osborne noticed they were still early and went into the Starbucks café on the ground floor of the building with Lawrence Winters.
They each ordered a cappuccino and sat down to savor it slowly.
Lawrence Winters sucked on a straw and glanced around the Starbucks.
At this time, there weren’t many people in Starbucks. Besides the two of them, there seemed to be a young couple by the door.
Then, at an angle to them, was a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a black trench coat, exuding a formidable presence, crossing his legs and reading a newspaper.
Lawrence Winters glanced at it and realized it was called "Reference News."
Lawrence Winters: "..."
These days, wearing sunglasses in Starbucks while reading a newspaper, and it’s "Reference News," makes him the king of pretentiousness.
For this reason, she glanced at the man a few more times.
The man was sitting sideways to their direction, and Lawrence Winters could only see the smooth lines of his profile, which were surprisingly striking and pleasing to the eye.
Must fit the golden ratio.
Lawrence Winters thought secretly, otherwise, how could it be so pleasing?
The man seemed to feel someone watching him, raised a hand, took off his sunglasses, and nonchalantly glanced around, locking eyes with Lawrence Winters.
Lawrence Winters was slightly stunned.