No Remarriage for us Stay Away (Lenora and Zachary) novel Chapter 457

Chapter 457 Office Romance
Following that, Madison would hear something that filled her with dread.

“Madison, come to my office,”

Madison opened his mouth, responding in a somewhat listless tone, “Okay.”

The intern nearby glanced curiously at Stanley's retreating figure and inquired, “What does Mr. Fuller want with you?”

“I have no idea. No matter what, I'll find out when I see him. I got to go now.” Madison wore a resigned expression.

She guessed that Stanley was probably seeking her out due to the office romance incident.

She wasn't in a relationship with Connor, but the situation was even more serious than being in a relationship.

No sooner had Stanley stepped into the office than Madison followed him in, head hung low and appearing somewhat fearful. In an apprehensive voice, she asked, “Mr. Fuller, do you need something from me?”

Stanley settled into his swivel chair behind the desk, tidying up the papers scattered across the surface. It seemed like a casual inquiry when he asked, “Do you still remember the question I asked you during your interview?”

“I... I remember, you asked me about my views on office romances,” Madison replied, her gaze lowered and voice barely above a whisper. Her palms were slick with sweat, her heart pounding incessantly.

In essence, she was filled with regret for carelessly allowing Connor to see the medicine bottle.

She had also regretted that Stanley overheard her conversation with the intern earlier.

She figured that this was probably the reason why she was summoned to Stanley's office.

At the office, she interacted mostly with her colleagues and team leader.

As for Stanley, aside from that one time at the interview, she had only seen him twice at regular meetings, where his exuded a commanding aura.

“What was your response back then?”

Stanley set the document aside, his fingers interlocked, and along with his elbows, rested on the table. He looked up to meet Madison's gaze.

“If I were to work at the company, I would certainly adhere to its rules and regulations, never knowingly breaking them.”

As Madison's words fell, the office fell silent. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Madison held her breath, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her dress. She stared at her own toes, not daring to move a muscle, let alone lift her head.

If she were to be dismissed from a large corporation like Fuller Group during her internship, her future job prospects would be bleak.

Thus, Madison grew increasingly anxious.

For some reason, she was reminded of a time back in high school when the teacher would announce they needed a student to answer a question. Each classmate would lower their heads, wishing they could hide themselves in their desks to avoid making eye contact with the teacher.

The resulting silence in the classroom was eerie.

Only after the teacher had called out a name would the students who weren't called breathe a sigh of relief, while silently sympathizing with the student whose name was mentioned.

Stanley's gaze landed on Madison, scanning her from head to toe. Her had no makeup on, while her clothes were loose-fitting.

“Why do young people these days seem to enjoy wearing baggy clothes? Is this some kind of trend?”

Seeing her looking nervous, Stanley was reminded of how pale and tense she looked the day she narrowly missed being hit by a car.

He chuckled. “Seems like you have quite a good memory.”

Madison tugged at the corner of her mouth, feeling even more self-conscious. “Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Fuller.”

Stanley subtly hinted, “I recall your university grades were quite impressive, weren't they? You were almost eligible for guaranteed admission, right?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Madison's major only had two spots for guaranteed admissions, which was allocated based on the cumulative results over three years.

Madison ranked third, just a fraction of a point shy of second place.

Politics and sports were her weakest subjects, which pulled her scores down significantly. If one were to consider only the subjects of her major, she would have ranked second.

Unfortunately, the rules were determined by the department head.

“Given your academic performance, you could probably get into a pretty good school if you considered further studies. Haven't you thought about it?”

Madison wasn't sure why Stanley brought up this topic. “No, I wanted to start earning money as soon as possible.”

“It seems you're a person with goals, but I suspect you'll probably settle down and start a family only after working for a few years.”

Madison tugged at the corner of her lips, her silence an implicit acknowledgment.

Why is the conversation so different from what I have imagined?