“Oh, I’m not a fast typist,” I replied, startled.
“That’s fine. I’ll dictate, and you type,” Ashton said impatiently as he stood up for me to take his seat.
He pulled me to his chair before I could protest. “Fuller Corporation and its subsidiaries…” Ashton began his narration.
After a few paragraphs, I couldn’t take it any longer. “These are your work documents, so it’s not appropriate for me to be looking at inside information of the company.”
“My arm is injured,” he said stubbornly.
I didn’t know what to say to that, so the only thing I could do was what he wanted.
Rebecca stood at the corner of the room, her exquisite face looking pale.
After a continuous couple of days of frantic activity for the Lavelian Village project, we finally had the chance to take a break.
To our surprise, Harvest Festival was almost upon us. Back in the city, I racked my brain for a way to apply for a leave from Armond for a trip back to K City.
I had been on the phone with Summer every night for the past couple of days. She told me that she missed me, and my eyes welled up with tears every time I heard that.
On a Saturday afternoon, Ashton had invited Armond for a discussion regarding the next phase of the Lavelian Village project. Since I had nothing to do, I planned to return to the villa to pack and head back.
However, Rebecca’s phone call was unexpected. “Scarlett, do you have a moment?”
I had a bad feeling about it and rejected her outright. “I’m sorry, Ms. Larson. Now is not a good time. You can say what it is you need over the phone.”
“It’s nothing important,” she laughed lightly. “It’s just that I have heard you had a near-death experience in a freezer, and I would just like to offer my sympathy.”
I froze. How did she know about that?
“Thank you for your concern, Ms. Larson.”
“Such a pity that you’re busy at the moment, Ms. Stovall,” said Rebecca. “I was thinking of talking to you about that incident. Perhaps another time, then.”
Ashton was supposed to investigate the matter. It had been such a hectic few days that I had completely forgotten to follow up with him. And now Rebecca called me out of the blue to discuss this. Does this have anything to do with her? Or could it be…?
“Rebecca, what exactly do you mean?” I asked impatiently.
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