True Love Waits novel Chapter 610

Blair suddenly remembered that it was Joslyn's birthday the next day. She quickly sent back a text to her. "I saw the message just now. So, who else will attend your party tomorrow evening?"

"Only a few old friends and classmates. Hartwell will take me out and celebrate my birthday at noon, because he can't make it in the evening. We can enjoy ourselves without any disturbance in Room 616 tomorrow." Joslyn hadn't slept yet. It was clear that she was extremely excited from the detailed message she sent back.

Hartwell was always as busy as Wesley. That was the reason why Joslyn couldn't see her husband every day. Yet he always made it up for his absence in different ways.

"No problem then. I'll be off work at 5:30 p.m. I can reach there before 7."

Joslyn sent her the emoji with a flying kiss. "Sleep tight. Don't stay awake overnight."

"Will do so. Good night then. See you tomorrow!"

After sending the message, Blair put away her phone. She turned off the light and closed her eyes as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Every night before she slept, her thoughts would drift off to Wesley—to everything he said and did. Sometimes she would imagine how their future would be. Tonight was no exception.

The next morning, Blair handed the translated documents to the manager of the German cooperative partner in the conference room. They were satisfied and spoke highly of her capability. She heaved a sigh of relief. Of course, she thanked Wesley's help in her mind.

After the meeting, Blair was called into Filberta's office. Her superior requested her team to perform a show in the company's annual gala next month. Filberta even gave a specific suggestion, asking them to present a dance on the stage.

Blair was surprised. She asked in confusion, "Dance? But why?"

Wearing bright red lipstick on her lips, Filberta flashed an evil smile. "Well, as you already know, most of the staff members in our company are men. It'll help to enliven the atmosphere of the party. Just learn some steps of modern dance and practice it with your team members. Besides, you aren't married yet, right? It's a good chance that will help you find a boyfriend. Do remember to put on the shortest skirt, put on heavy makeup and move your body as sexily as you can."

Blair seethed in anger. She didn't know how to dance. It was late winter now, and Filberta was asking her to wear a miniskirt. Did this vicious woman want to freeze her to death? But Blair understood the actual intent of her words. She knew that Filberta wanted to humiliate her and was going to use this opportunity to do so. "Ms. Wang, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. Since childhood I've not been good at dancing. And sadly I have no other talents. It will bring shame to our department if I perform on the stage. So I think it is better if you don't count me in."

"Don't count you in? No way! You and your team must perform and present a dance in the show!" Filberta was persistent.

She had a stronger desire now to push Blair onto the stage as she had confessed that she had no other talents. It was clear to everyone that Blair was like a goddess in the eyes of many of the male staff members. It would be a good opportunity to show Blair's incapability and ineptness to them. They would surely be disappointed.

Blair rolled her eyes. "Why do we have to perform? Don't I have the right to make a choice? Is it also in the company rules that one can be compelled to dance even if one isn't willing to?"

Sensing Blair's anger, Filberta said in a righteous voice, "The annual gala is the biggest event of the company in a year. Why can't you make a little contribution to support the company? But now I can clearly see that your work attitudes and ethics are not good enough."

Blair felt her blood boiling in anger. "You mean to say that my work attitude is not good just because I refuse to perform on the stage?" she countered.

"Sorry to say but yes!" Filberta replied, trying to sound firm.

Blair couldn't keep her anger in control anymore. "Are you nuts?"

Although there wasn't a third person in her office, Filberta still felt humiliated, being retorted by a subordinate. She instantly shouted back, "How dare you! Why don't you quit the job if you can't follow orders? Who do you think you are? Huh? Everyone said yes except you. Don't you think it's your problem? Just put on a good performance. No more nonsense!"

She ended her sentence like a thunderous roar. Blair didn't want to make a scene. Suppressing her anger, she explained patiently, "Ms. Wang, I don't mean to reject your order on purpose. I just don't want to embarrass the translation department. There're many better choices."

Filberta didn't care about the reputation of the department. Getting Blair to present a dance, that was exactly her purpose. "I don't care. I just give my orders and you are the one to execute it. Find a solution yourself. Keep in mind that if you don't perform, you won't get your bonus this year."

Blair was overwhelmed by the urge to toss the documents at that vicious woman's face. She was not just an annoying woman but also as stubborn as a mule. She wanted to say out, "I can't bear this foolishness. I quit!"

But, she couldn't. She had been working in this company for less than three months. She didn't want to give up the job so quickly. On second thoughts, she realized she didn't need to be afraid of Filberta. This woman wasn't the boss, and Blair didn't get the salary directly from her. "In this case, I think I need to talk to our boss. I'll ask him which company rule states such a requirement—no show, no bonus."

Uttering those words, Blair turned around and stormed out of her office.