Patricia let out a murky breath at that. I knew it. He’s upset and annoyed that he’s rejected. Then, his second text came. ‘Still paid for.’
She rolled her eyes at that. I won’t say a thing even if you decide not to pay me. She went to work as usual for the following days of the week. However, with Isaac’s absence, she wasn’t tasked with anything, resulting in extreme boredom.
She would look toward his desk every now and then. The office was super quiet with Isaac gone, like she had taken over his space.
Just then, her phone rang. It was a call from Isaac. “President Arnold.”
If it weren’t for the fact that she was sitting in his office every day, she would think that she had created this man out of her imagination when she hadn’t seen or heard from him in the last week. As long as he doesn’t want to see you, you won’t be able to find him.
“Pick me up at the airport with Tom.” He hung up the next second, not giving Patricia a chance to answer. How merciless of him! Ah!
At that, Patricia grabbed her bag and went to the underground parking lot. The chauffeur was waiting by the car when she arrived. Upon seeing her, he stubbed his cigarette and greeted, “Miss Aniston.”
“Tom,” Patricia replied, “we need to pick President Arnold up at the airport.”
Thus, Tom hopped into the driver’s seat and the two headed off to the airport.
Moments after their arrival, Patricia went to the arrival hall and waited for about twenty minutes before Isaac showed up. Dressed in black, he walked briskly right in front, looking aloof.
Following beside him were some of Arnold Corporation’s managers in suits and ties. It seemed that he had been away on a business trip in the last few days.
No wonder she didn’t see him, nor even received a single call from him.
Patricia waved toward him while calling out, “President Arnold, over here!”
It was at this moment when Adeline ran toward him. “Isaac, you’re back!”
At that, she held his arm and followed the group out.
Meanwhile, Patricia slowly dropped her hand, thinking her behavior just now was utter ridiculous. She was just a secretary when Adeline was his fiancée.
How could she compare herself with Adeline?! Alas, she had flattered herself, thinking he would be happy if she came and picked him up.
Isaac took a plain glance at Patricia when he passed by her. “Did you bring the thing I asked, Miss Aniston?”
“I did,” answered Patricia after glancing at the dessert in her hands as she followed after him.
She had assumed he was hungry, so she deliberately picked something he would like when she bought it.
After the group exited the airport, Isaac and Adeline entered the back seat while Patricia took the front passenger seat.
As the car drove away, Adeline giggled, sounding especially harsh. “Isaac, I’ve been missing you for the whole week.” At that, she rested her head against him. “Can I stay for the night?”
While speaking, she glanced toward the rear-view mirror and happened to meet Patricia’s gaze.
Isaac, on the other hand, said nothing, seemingly exhausted as he slumped in his seat, looking out the window with narrowed eyes.
Suddenly, something hit him. “Miss Aniston, give Addy the dessert. She wants to eat, so she asked me to bring it.”
Upon hearing so, Patricia tightened her grip on the box, not wanting to give it to Adeline. I bought it! For you!
“Patricia, give it to me,” Adeline called out with a smile.
She was in an excellent mood, for Isaac had called her to put on a show. So, she rushed over as soon as possible. She had indeed noticed a few people with cameras in the airport.
Surely, they were the paparazzi, and they’d be on the news the next day. How could she not be in seventh heaven?! Isaac is finally telling the world about me! I’ll finally become the person every woman in Appleby is jealous of!
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