No one wants their days of effort to go to waste, and Lynn Yates is no exception.
Besides, James Grant has no reason not to agree with her.
Before, James Grant didn’t compete, but now it’s uncertain.
Lynn Yates glanced sideways at the tablet in front of her, where the chat logs displayed a rough replay of last night’s events.
From what she knows about men, this move likely angered him.
"You’re a smart person," James Grant gave Lynn Yates a meaningful look, stood up, and buttoned his suit: "There’s still time today, once back I’ll have my assistant arrange a meeting. Next time, I hope Director Yates brings a new plan."
This implied an agreement to cooperate.
Lynn Yates breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Happy cooperation, Director Grant."
In front of everyone, James Grant announced suspending Evelyn Clayton’s position, which, with Harrison Grant’s meddling, turned into paid leave.
Under the nice pretext of allowing Evelyn Clayton some time to relax, with the promise of returning once she finds new inspiration.
The requirement was quite flexible, everyone knew the rules were too rigid.
But since the director ordered it, whether the person is "active" doesn’t really matter.
Evelyn Clayton suddenly found herself back in the idle life of a fresh graduate; anxious, yet gradually looking healthier.
Even Yara Reagan couldn’t help but praise her, saying no skincare product could beat the complexion gained from relaxation.
But surprisingly, this lovely holiday wasn’t even a week old before Evelyn Clayton herself broke it.
She found Franklin Ford in her contacts and added him on WeChat.
They arranged a time and place to meet.
On the day of departure, Evelyn Clayton, unusually, got up early and put on some makeup.
When Franklin Ford arrived, his eyes were first drawn to her cherry-red lips.
The color wasn’t gaudy, just the right touch of red that brightened her entire face.
The change was visibly noticeable. Latest content published on novel-fire.ɴet
During the time they hadn’t met, Evelyn Clayton had undergone some unclear changes, possibly for better or worse.
"Does it look weird?" She recalled doing her makeup in natural light, not using heavy eyeshadow. Could it be her eyebrows were crooked?
Franklin Ford touched his nose, pushed the chair back, and sat down, "No, I’ve just never seen Miss Clayton with makeup before, so it was a bit of a surprise."
Evelyn Clayton was pleased someone noticed her changes, "People used to say I looked too young and not serious enough. Now that Mr. Ford has seen it, do I seem a bit more serious today?"
A subtle joke that perfectly bridged the gap without making anyone uncomfortable.
Franklin Ford’s eyes were deep, "Miss Clayton is interesting."
"What I’m about to say might not be as interesting," Evelyn Clayton chuckled, "I hope Mr. Ford doesn’t find it boring."
"That depends on what it is exactly."
After a round of small talk, the appetizers had been served by the waiter, but Evelyn Clayton didn’t pick up the chopsticks.
Franklin Ford didn’t either; he was waiting for the main course.
Evelyn Clayton didn’t keep him waiting long, "Mr. Ford, how old are you this year? Isn’t it about time you started contributing to the company and sharing some responsibilities with the elders?"
From this sentence, Franklin Ford caught a hint. He leaned back in his chair.
"Just joined the company, the family wants me to start from the grassroots."
"Oh, I see." Evelyn Clayton nodded, then suddenly changed the topic, "When do you think you’ll become the one in charge of The Ford Group?"
Franklin Ford wasn’t unfamiliar with prickly roses, but someone who could enchant so persuasively was a first.
"Why is Miss Clayton so certain I’d join you in dealing with Summer Monroe?"