My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Emotions Stirred by Her

Damien Vaughn was in a foul mood all afternoon.

Whether he was standing, sitting, in a meeting, or reviewing documents, he couldn’t settle his mind.

Even Ryan, who had worked for him for many years and prided himself on understanding his boss, did his best to stay away, not daring to enter his office all afternoon.

But there was no escaping. Just before quitting time, Ryan was summoned inside.

"President Vaughn."

"When did Mr. Lee say he’s departing?"

"If all goes according to plan, the morning after tomorrow."

"This project is unique and carries a certain level of risk. If anything were to go wrong, the impact on the company would be significant, so I’ll be monitoring it personally. Set up a dedicated project group chat. Add me to it once it’s made."

’The corporation has handled countless projects worth hundreds of millions, billions, even tens of billions, yet I’ve never seen President Vaughn take such a personal interest in any of them. So why is he so concerned about this one small project?’

Ryan snuck a glance at his boss’s dark expression. "Understood. I’ll get right on it."

As he finished speaking and turned to leave, Damien Vaughn tossed his mouse aside. His chair slid back a little, and he leaned back, closing his eyes as the chair swiveled halfway around.

"Creating a group chat isn’t exactly rocket science. It’ll take two minutes. Is there any reason to leave the room?"

"..."

Ryan had no choice but to call Mr. Jordan right then and there, asking him to create a group chat for the tech department.

Then he asked, "President Vaughn, will you be joining with your work account, or...?"

Ryan usually managed the work account and replied on his behalf. He figured this would just add to his workload, but to his surprise, Damien Vaughn said...

"The work account. Give me the phone. I’ll be managing this account myself from now on."

Ryan: "..."

’President Vaughn is being so strange today!’

Damien Vaughn joined the group, opened the member list, and scanned through the names one by one. He successfully found Cecelia Archer’s profile.

He went back to the chat screen and sent a message to the group.

"This project involves a certain degree of risk. To ensure everyone’s personal safety and protect the company’s reputation, I will be monitoring the project for its entire duration. If any issues arise, you can report them to me directly."

Never expecting President Vaughn to pay such close attention to the work of an old man on the verge of retirement, Mr. Lee was deeply moved and quickly replied.

"Thank you for your concern, President Vaughn." He also sent a few thumbs-up emojis.

The other technicians, feeling incredibly honored to be in the same group chat as President Vaughn and to be able to interact with him, also chimed in with thanks and thumbs-up emojis.

When Cecelia saw that the president himself had spoken and everyone else was being so polite, she figured she should hurry up and do the same.

She copied everyone else’s message and added a few thumbs-up emojis of her own.

Even though it was obviously a copied-and-pasted message, completely devoid of genuine feeling, seeing her call him "President Vaughn" and give him a thumbs-up made Damien Vaughn feel much better.

Usually a man of few words, he typed out another line.

"Since I’m not familiar with everyone here, please change your display names to your real names to make it easier to tell who is who."

Everyone quickly changed their display names to their real names.

"Yes, President Vaughn."

Seeing the name "Cecelia Archer" appear on the screen, the gloom that had shrouded Damien Vaughn for half the day finally vanished completely.

Soon, it was time to clock out. Unsure if Damien Vaughn planned on leaving, Ryan, who was anxious to get to the hospital to see his girlfriend, found an excuse to bring a document into the office.

To his surprise, when he entered, he saw President Vaughn sipping tea with a placid expression on his face.

"President Vaughn, why didn’t you call me to pour your tea?"

Damien Vaughn leaned back in his chair leisurely, crossing his legs and taking a sip of tea.

"Isn’t it quitting time? Why are you still here?"

"..."

He looked to be in an excellent mood, a complete one-eighty from that afternoon. Ryan couldn’t understand it.

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