Charlotte Thompson didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as she agreed, hanging up the phone amidst Diana Smith’s reluctance.
The call had lasted two hours. She had no idea how they’d managed to talk for so long.
Perhaps this was what people meant by meeting too late in life?
No, that’s not the right term.
Charlotte was so exhausted her brain wasn’t working properly, and she was even using words incorrectly.
Brushing aside all distractions and thoughts, Charlotte hurriedly washed up and finally managed to crawl into the much-anticipated bed.
Not long after, she fell into a deep sleep. She was indeed exhausted.
A dreamless night and Charlotte slept extraordinarily heavily.
The next day, Charlotte gradually came to as the alarm went off.
The sunlight filtering in through the gap in her curtains made her feel rejuvenated and full of life.
Another hardworking day was about to begin!
Standing in front of the mirror, Charlotte gave herself a pep talk as if she were a teenager.
She quickly ate some breakfast before setting out. Everyone was working hard, and she couldn’t afford to become complacent now.
She thought she had arrived early at the company, but when she got to the office area, she realized she had been underestimating them.
There was almost an hour left before work hours would officially start, but unlike the usual empty office, many people were already seated.
"Morning, Sister Charlotte." As soon as she entered the office, Coco greeted her enthusiastically.
Knowing that Charlotte probably only had a quick breakfast, Coco had already prepared some milk and snacks on her desk.
Seeing this, Charlotte felt a warm wave of gratitude flood through her, and she looked at Coco appreciatively.
Words couldn’t express her feelings. It was one of those moments that didn’t need words.
Coco, blushing, scratched her head awkwardly.
She was just doing what was expected of her as an assistant.
Although Charlotte had already had a quick breakfast before arriving, in order not to waste Coco’s good intentions, she ate some more.
After finishing, Charlotte sat up straight at her desk.
Emptying her mind and entering a creative state, the pencil in her hand seemed to become animated.
Under her hand, drafts came to life, but each and every one of them seemed inadequate to her, causing her to redraw them with a furrowed brow.
Immersed in her creations, Charlotte was oblivious to the commotion around her.
She didn’t even realize when Coco had left the office. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novęlfire.net
After busying herself for quite a while, the draft finally started to take shape, only missing a few details to become a full design.
Charlotte stretched her stiff neck and yawned.
She looked around the office and didn’t see Coco, guessing she must be busy too.
Coco was sensible, she never interrupted when Charlotte was creating.
She would never slacken, always taking on tasks proactively.
Where else could you find such a smart and considerate assistant!
Once again, Charlotte praised her own excellent judgment. She had picked Coco out among countless people.
Indeed, Coco never disappointed her.
Just after finishing the draft, Charlotte’s head became a bit muddled.
The water on her desk had been finished at some point.
She got up, intending to go to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee to refresh herself. She wouldn’t allow herself to slack off.
After she made her coffee, the same corner, the same cliché scene replayed again.
"Can’t you watch where you’re going?" the sharp voice rang out through the office area.
Yes, Charlotte bumped into her old enemy, Cindy, again and nearly spilled coffee on her again.
That’s not right. The last time, she hadn’t actually spilled the coffee on Cindy.
Don’t know whether to call it bad luck or what, Charlotte didn’t know how to respond.