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Couldn’t he have persuaded him just a bit?
Baron Lawrence’s head throbbed with pain, and he was irritated by the secretary’s timid appearance. He growled with a dark face, “Get out!”
The secretary, inexplicably scolded, lowered his head and carefully stepped out, even closing the door for Baron.
Shit! Baron Lawrence felt suffocated, and hurled the documents from his desk.
The thick folder hit the door, and the files inside flew out, scattering all over the floor.
The secretary, who had just left, heard a crash and regretted rushing in. He massaged his tense cheek muscles, adjusted his expression, and went to the reception area.
Seeing him come out, Enna Clark stood up quickly.
The secretary’s attitude had cooled, but he still politely said, “I’m sorry, Miss Clark, the President said he has no time to see you.”
Baron Lawrence had no time to see her? Enna frowned, her clear eyes puzzled, “Is he in a meeting?”
“Um… sorry, I have no information.”
If Enna couldn’t figure out the secretary’s attitude, she must be a fool.
It turned out that Baron Lawrence didn’t have time for her; he simply didn’t want to see her!
Enna’s heart felt like it had been stung by a bee, an indescribable feeling. She forced a smile, “I’m sorry for putting you in a difficult position.”
Her delicate, pale face looked even more pitiful.
The secretary suddenly felt a little guilty, wondering if his tone had been too harsh.
Enna had already adjusted her mindset and looked more determined, “Um… can I sit there and wait?”
“Well… there’s no company rule against waiting.” He hesitated, “You can wait if you want, but I’m afraid… ”
Afraid she might wait in vain.
Enna understood the unspoken words, “It’s okay, I just want to wait and see.”
“All right, suit yourself.” The secretary finally relented.
Enna gratefully sat back in her chair, clutching the thermos in her hand, her head lowered, and her fringe falling, making her look even more ethereal.
She waited for half an hour.
The secretary had already left to do other tasks when the internal phone rang. He saw the President’s office on the Caller ID and quickly answered, “Hello, President Lawrence…”
He suddenly looked up at the quiet young woman seated and hummed into the phone, “Um… yes… I see… the lady is still waiting there. Do you want to see her, President Lawrence?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the other end hung up.
The secretary was left baffled.
What did President Lawrence mean by this? He called to ask if Miss Clark was still there, and after finding out she was, he hung up without saying whether he wanted to see her or not. Did he want to see her or not? If he did, President Lawrence didn’t ask the secretary to let Miss Clark in. But why call in the first place if he didn’t want to see her?
Unable to figure it out, he decided not to think about it and continued his work.
While he was busy working, several trash cans in the office also suffered.
Damn it, that woman must have thought he’d feel sorry for her, right?! Assumed that he wouldn’t let her wait too long and would surely see her!
Baron Lawrence stared deadly at the internal phone, like looking at an archenemy, as he propped himself on the desk, breathing heavily.
After a while, he reached out, picked up the internal phone again, and called the Secretary’s Office. As soon as the other end picked up, he ordered with a tense face, “Let her in.”