It was such a rushed proposal, so clearly it could not be well prepared. After a pause, I said, "The Milton Group does not excel in this field. Hendrix would never pick us."
Sebastian frowned and threw the proposal in his hand aside. He looked at me and said, "Let's go eat first."
I kept assuming that he didn't actually want this bid at all. Else, why would he have asked me to do it at the last minute?
He looked at the time and found it was already six o'clock. "The bidding time is eight o'clock in the evening. I'll go to the Greenland Hotel first. Can you eat out tonight?"
Picking up his car keys, he said, "Bring all the things you need with you. Go straight to the Greenland Hotel, and have dinner there."
I was stunned and asked, "Are you coming?"
He raised his eyebrows and said, "I won't go. Did you think you could win the bid on your own? With your terrible bidding proposal? Or using your face?"
I...
How vicious his words were!
I cast him a scathing glance and chose to remain silent. I packed my things and followed him out of the office.
In the car, he drove as he spoke emotionlessly, "Have you checked which companies are participating in the bidding?"
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