"What did you say?" Folly raised her hand to her ear with an innocent look, "I don't seem to hear you very well?"
Olivia blackened her face and reluctantly exclaimed, "I "m sorry! I "m sorry! Is this okay Miss Lewis?"
"Barely, nothing sincere." Folly squeezed a death smile on her face, "But you'll know what it's like to regret it later."
Fearing that these two people will quarrel again, I hurriedly changed the subject and pacified the employees, "Well, let's do this first, those who are willing to stay and work will continue to stay in their previous positions, those who are not willing to go home for a vacation, and when your boss comes back, then come back to work."
Every chair and every employee here is carefully selected by Clarie, the lack of which is indispensable, Olivia's temperament, they may not get along with her, so it is not a good way to avoid the sharp edge.
To grow, retaining talent is the priority.
Clarie, that's all I can do for you.
After saying that, with a meaningful glance at Olivia, she left with Folly on her arm in a worried manner.
I don't think I'm in a position to remove people from my job if I don't like them.
As soon as she got into the car, Folly called Clarie in a huff.
This time it actually got through.
Just ready to fasten the seat belt, I also can not help but slow down the action, although the face pretend not to care, but still unconsciously stretched out the ears eavesdropping.
"Clarie girl, the clubhouse you really want to give to that woman?"
After Folly asked, she put the phone between us and pressed the amplification button.
The other side still has a salty tone, "Just temporarily managing on behalf of."
Just a few simple words, no more explanation.
Sometimes I really doubt that Clarie is Dennis's real daughter, otherwise, how can it be so natural to use the power of silence and shying away from words.
The surface is emotionally stable, but a little deeper analysis, you know how sensible such a person is, you never know how much she hides in her small shell of mind.
"I'm not biting off more than I can chew with you." Folly's tone was not very nice, "Just two things, first, where are you? Second, why didn't you ask me or the Georges to look after the clubhouse for you, instead of that woman, don't you know how much she has done to wrong your parents?"
I knew that she was taking the heat out of me, asking all those questions for me that I didn't know how to ask.
I'm not blaming Clarie, I'm just a little lost.
The frustration of not being able to go inside your child's world is enough to break any mother.
Clarie avoided talking about these two issues, "I have my own plans, I will come back when the time comes, please tell my mother and father for me, no need to worry about me, I still have things to do, I'll hang up now."
"Wait a minute."
"Doodle doo ......"
"Hey, Clarie! Clarie!"
Folly was so angry that she slapped the steering wheel and inadvertently hit the horn in the right direction.
"Drip--"
The sound of the car's horn startled the sparrows in the trees, but the carriage fell into an awkward silence.
After a long time, it was Folly who reacted first and teased, "I didn't see it, your daughter is quite rebellious."
I smiled bitterly, not sure if I was sad or happy.
Folly sent me home and then left, saying it was a sudden need to do something, and did not say too much detail, work we do not have too much in common, and did not talk in detail.
He said with certainty, "I believe more in the feeling of the first glance, determined that a person, I will not change, just like I want to become a real actor, never give up."
So deep and stubborn attitude, can easily capture the hearts of young girls, even if only a few face to face, I can not help but feel compassion for him, private hope that this guy and Folly can be repaired.
If only Folly could read this too.
"Looking at what?"
I was so engrossed in watching that I didn't notice that Dennis had returned and was busy answering, "Nothing, a variety show."
"Hmm." He simply responded and went into the bathroom on the first floor and ordered the maid to get him a change of clothes, "Eden, get a new set of pajamas for me."
Soon, the bathroom rang with the sound of a shower.
By the time Variety went to commercial, Dennis was done washing.
He rubbed his hair and sat down in the seat next to me, and seeing that it was Larry's variety show, jokingly said, "If I sit in his seat and get so much attention every day, you're probably going to have to worry so much you can't sleep every day."
"Stinky." I deflated in defiance.
At this time Eden came out from the bathroom with a clothes basket and asked respectfully, "Sir, your changed clothes are torn in two places, I see it is your favorite jacket, do you need to send it back for maintenance and repair?"
Dennis didn't even look back, "No, throw it away."
And shower and throw clothes, this is not the destruction of the body?
Driven by my sixth sense, I clutched the fruit plate in front of me and asked, pretending to be careless while eating, "What happened to the clothes?"
"There was an accident while making the rounds at the site, a minor problem, it's good to break the bank and throw it away." Dennis said calmly.
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