Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 821

Chapter 821 You Have No Right to Ask

Zane made his way up to the highest floor of the building without much hassle and found himself standing just outside Toby’s office.

He was just about to knock on Toby’s door when the one next to it, which led into the personal assistant’s office, opened.

Tom emerged with a folder in hand, and when he saw Zane outside Toby’s office, he froze. “Mr. Coleman?”

Zane raised a brow but made no reply.

After snapping out of his initial surprise, Tom adjusted his glasses and asked, “What are you doing here, Mr. Coleman? Are you here to see President Fuller?”

“Why else would I be standing outside his office?” Zane rolled his eyes at the question. He then added, “Is Toby in?”

As though realizing that his question was redundant, Tom let out an embarrassed cough and answered stoically, “Yes, he’s in. If you’d like to see him, I’ll go and inform him of your arrival. Just a moment, please.”

Zane narrowed his eyes and asked before Tom could slither into Toby’s office, “What, do I have to announce myself now that I want to see him?”

Tom could tell that the man was decidedly grumpy about this, but he remained composed as he explained patiently, “Here’s the thing, Mr. Coleman. Your affection for Miss Reed has made President Fuller rather unhappy, and as such, he has told me that you are not allowed to go right into his office like old times just to see him; you will need his permission.” With that, he shrugged helplessly as if to show that he had no choice in the matter.

Zane quirked his lips and clicked his tongue, clearly irritated by this unexpected rule. “A little childish and petty of him to deny me from seeing him without prior notice just because of my feelings for Sonia, don’t you think so? Fine, whatever. Just go in and tell him that I’m here.” He waved his hand impatiently as he spoke.

“Very well,” Tom said with a professional smile. Then, he turned to knock on Toby’s door.

“Come in,” Toby’s cold and crisp voice called out from beyond the door after Tom had knocked thrice.

Tom let his hand drop to his side and opened the door. He walked in and said, “I have the documents you asked for, President Fuller.”

As he sat behind his work desk, Toby hummed in response without looking up to acknowledge his assistant. “Just leave them here.”

“Yes, sir.” Tom carefully placed the folder on a spot on the desk that was within Toby’s reach. After that, he took a step back to put some distance between himself and the desk before saying, “President Fuller, Mr. Coleman is here to see you.”

Toby stopped writing abruptly when he heard this, and his pen scraped a hole through the paper. His handwriting was ruined too, and it didn’t look as neat now.

As he frowned, he set his pen aside and took up the piece of paper before crumpling it and throwing it into the trash. After that, he rubbed the space between his brows and asked somberly, “What is he doing here?”

Tom shook his head. “I’m not sure. I didn’t ask, but judging by how at ease he seems, I reckon he’s here to catch up with you.”

Upon hearing this, Toby sputtered. “There’s nothing for us to catch up on, so he must be here for some other reason or ulterior motive. Let him in.”

“Very well, President Fuller,” Tom said with a nod. Then, he turned to walk out the door.