The next morning, Waylon Lewis actually wanted to accompany Hope Williams, but knowing the multitude of tasks awaiting him at his own company, she firmly declined his company.
Unable to argue with Hope Williams, Waylon Lewis could only arrange for the driver to take her.
At eight o’clock, the car slowly stopped in front of Ansen Tower. Hope Williams leaned her hand against the car window, scanning the towering building in front.
The driver got out to open the door for her, and Hope Williams, carrying her handbag, stepped out of the car.
She was dressed in a caramel-colored coat over a plain apricot knit ensemble, with her black hair simply tied back, a look both neat and refreshing.
Her expression was calm, her clear eyes carrying a trace of severity and sharpness.
Without pausing, she strode into the company lobby, cell phone in hand, calling Elizabeth Summer who had contacted her the previous night.
Hope Williams dialed twice, and on the third call it was answered. Before she could speak, an annoyed voice came through, "Who is this? Can’t you let people sleep?"
A flicker of coolness passed through Hope Williams’ eyes, she looked down briefly checking her watch, "Manager Summer, it’s almost 8:30 on a weekday. Are you still sleeping? What time do Ansen employees start their work?"
It took the other party five whole seconds to respond, "President Williams, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wasn’t sleeping. We all start work at eight."
"So where are you now?"
"I...I am currently at the office. What is it that you need?"
Hope Williams again lifted her hand to check her watch, asking, "Can I see you in fifteen minutes?"
"I’ll be right there."
Hope Williams hung up the phone briskly and pressed the elevator button, planning to take a tour around the company.
Behind her, a few people entering the elevator were chatting casually.
"Did you hear that the boss seems to have changed?"
"Yes, I heard, everyone’s talking about it. Our company’s boss has changed, and it seems to be a woman. She might be visiting the company these days. You all should be careful, don’t slack off like before, it would look bad if noticed."
"Psh, what’s there to fear? I reckon this new boss is just here for show. This company has been neglected for so many years without going bankrupt, it’s a miracle."
"Tsk tsk tsk, stop talking about it. If it goes under, where would you find such an easy and high-paying job again? Others would envy us."
A darkness flashed through the bottom of Hope Williams’ eyes. Ansen was involved in medical fields including pharmaceutical research, manufacturing, and product sales—normally, with such a scale, how could the staff be idle?
She kept silent, continuing to listen as the group chuckled and spoke.
"That’s true, just yesterday a relative of mine was begging for my help to get a position at Ansen. There are so few responsibilities here and the salary is high, who wouldn’t want that?"
The women, dressed strikingly and boldly, laughed as they exited the elevator.
Hope Williams’ eyes slightly drooped, then she spoke, "Ladies, wait a moment."
The women turned back to size up Hope Williams, a flash of astonishment in their eyes.
They had noticed Hope Williams standing ahead earlier; her distinguished, noble demeanor made it impossible to ignore her, not to mention her designer outfit and the seemingly unremarkable handbag that was actually a high-end brand product. And most importantly, that beautiful face was truly enviable.
Her gaze was cool and indifferent, yet it naturally emanated an overwhelming pressure.
It made the group feel somewhat unable to move.
After composing themselves, someone asked, "What is it?"
"Which floor is your General Manager’s office on?"
"And you are?" The person appeared somewhat panicked, evaluating Hope Williams once more.
The woman before them, based solely on demeanor, was clearly no ordinary person, now heading towards the General Manager’s office—heard that the new boss was a woman...
With such suspicions, they looked at each other.
Hope Williams gave a slight smile without revealing her identity. She wanted to see for herself what state the company was really in.
"I’m here for a job interview."
The group sighed in relief, "Then you should have said so earlier, you scared us to death. You don’t need to go to our general manager for a job interview. What position are you applying for?"
Hope Williams stepped out of the elevator, scanning the vast office area, "Which department is this?"