Chapter 133 The Missing Ring
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Jackson straightened his slightly disheveled shirt after his rush, then asked, “Has the cleaning department gotten back to us: your”
The subordinate responsible for liaising with the cleaning department shook his head, “Not yet”
Jackson frowned in dissatisfaction. Then what are you waiting for? Get on it!”
Easton wasn’t blowing up now, but that could change any minute, and if trouble came, whoever caused it would be in for it. He certainly wasn’t about to lose his job over this.
“Yes” The subordinate hurriedly made the call.
Soon after, the phone call ended, and the subordinate reported, “The cleaning department said yesterday’s trash has already been sent the incinerator by the government. They’re on their way there now”
“Don’t just sit me your office making calls, get yourself over to the incineration plant and keep me updated!” Jackson said, gausing to consider whether he should also head to the incineration plant to figure out what exactly his boss had lost.
Clustised by his loss, the subordinate scrambled to get moving. Honestly, Easton didn’t seem to care whether it was found or not, but Jackson was frightening!
Glancing in the direction his subordinate had leh, Jackson tapped on his desk, reminding the remaining staff. “Mr. Hudson’s been in a bad mood these days, I need you all alert than usual. Don’t mess up and pack your bags.
After giving his instructions, Jackson returned to his office to work while keeping an ear out for updates from his subordinates.
Around noon, an urgent document requiring Easton’s signature came up, and Jackson had to fare Easton, which made him somewhat nervous, Sterling, humselt, he approached Easton, who looked at him with a detached gaze and asked immediately, “Did they had the trash?”
Easton hadn’t personally directed him to coordinate with the cleaning department, but since the executive office handled it, it was as if he was in
Nervously sweating, Jackson replied, “We’ve intercepted it at the incineration plant and are preparing to bring it back
“No need to bring it back, if it’s lost, then…”
Forget it. Easton strangely couldn’t finish his sentence. Hems like jewelry, when worn on the body for a long time, become part of you. Having lost the wedding ring he had worn for over three years just yesterday, he was struggling to adapt to the absence on his right ring finger, feeling like something was missing, which kept him tossing and turning last night.
Three days of insomnia weren’t the limit of his endurance, but his irritation hadn’t subsided, and now the discomfort of his right ring finger added to it. He couldn’t help thinking about Ellis’s wedding ring, which he hadn’t found at horne last night despite searching
She was in the hospital, and during his visits, all she talked about was divorce, which annoyed him to the point of sincontrollably removing the ring that marked her as his wife and casually placing it at home. Now his ring was missing, and he ring couldn’t be found either. Could it be a message from fate that the day our rings vanished was the same day our marriage was
Eventually, Easton skipped over the topic, leaving Jackson a bit confused.
Holding the document Easton had signed, Jackson returned to his office, somewhat dazed. After considering all aspects, he decided to personally visit the incineration plant.
Not knowing what exactly Easton had lost, they sifted through the garbage, assessing its importance and discussing whether
Jackson, did Mr. Hudson tell you what it was his colleagues asked as they continued their search, thinking it impractical to haul all the trash back for Easton to sort through.
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