Free Web NovelChapter 290: Tell Me About Miss Swift
"So, what’s your next step? What do you plan to do?" Wendy asked.
"No, I have no plans," Zen replied with a laugh, as though trying to convince herself that she could still laugh about it, adding, "Christian has never been someone I could control. I have absolutely no influence over any of his decisions."
"Do you know why he wants to marry Yonina?" Wendy asked, not able to hold back any longer. "The Collins Group is not worth much these days."
"I...," Zen inhaled sharply. After a long pause, she continued, "I have no idea.
Christian doesn’t talk to me about his plans."
Wendy was in no doubt as to the veracity of Zen’s words.
Although she had no recollection of what Christian was like, she could tell that, as far as he was concerned, Zen was transparent, and that he would never tell her anything.
Despite the fact that Zen had betrayed her, she had been Wendy’s best friend in the past.
And at this moment, Wendy felt that Zen had been treated unfairly.
"Walk away, Zen," Wendy urged her, adding, "With your capability, you could land a job at any design company. Leave DR and you’d still be able to make a decent living.
If you wish, you could join me at HG or go to MC, your choice.
If you don’t want to work in the same company as me, I can introduce you to other design companies which are just as good, maybe even better, than DR."
Before its crisis, DR had been the second largest company in Lake City.
However, since design was not a core business at DR, they were just another department that supported DR’s core business lines.
But then again, there were many companies out there that specialized in design.
Like HG for example, and many more others like it.
Zen should leave DR and find a job at a design company to further develop her skills.
Although she was not as talented as Wendy, Zen was already capable enough to outshine her colleagues in the design department at DR.
In fact, she was far better than many in her field.
So, if she was willing to leave DR, her future prospects would be good.
Of course, the pre-condition was that she must be willing to move.
"I..."
Wendy had heard Zen utter that one word before she realized that she had an incoming call.
Looking at the caller ID, she noted that the incoming call was from Michael.
At this hour, Michael should have just sent the kids to school.
In any case, this was their usual time to talk.
Hastily, Wendy told Zen, "I have an incoming call. Later."
"OK," Zen replied. Hearing the engaged tone, she listlessly placed her phone on the table.
Then, picking up her spoon, she continued to eat her cereal, one big mouthful after another.
Although the cereal was bland and flavorless, it tasted bitter.
She inhaled sharply as, once again, her tears began plopping into her cereal.
As if in sync with her rapidly flowing tears, Zen shoved big mouthfuls of cereal into her mouth.
...
Wendy stared at the incoming video call but did not accept it.
She was still at the office.
If she accepted the video call, there would be a lot of awkward explaining to do.
And that was why she switched to voice only call mode.
"Hi Michael," Wendy quickly spoke up first, asking, "Have you sent the kids to school?"
She had spoken first to prevent Michael from asking her to switch to video call mode.
Having spoken first, she had asked him a question to draw him into a conversation.
And distract him from asking for a video call. freёwebnoѵel.com
But then, things did not turn out as Wendy had planned.
"Are you home now?" Michael asked, instead of answering her question.
"Yeah...," Panicking, Wendy replied. With a smile in her voice, she added, " Yes I’m home, relaxing on the sofa with a face mask. That’s why I’m not in video mode."
She had made up the excuse in answer to Michael’s question.
"Open the door," Michael countered.
"Open the door?" Panicking, Wendy stood up from her chair and asked, confused, "Why would I open the door? It’s so late in the night!"
"Just open the door and you’ll know why," Michael repeated his request.
Wendy frowned.
Her first reaction was that Michael had sent her something.
Ever since her arrival in Rheinsville City, Michael had indeed sent her stuff on a few occasions.
Food items that Wendy loved but were not available in Rheinsville City.
"Ok, I’ll open the door," Wendy responded quickly.
Otherwise, Michael would know that she had not left the office yet.
Deliberately making her footsteps loud, she walked to her office door and opened it, saying, "Will you stop acting mysterious and tell me?"
"Have you opened the door?" Michel asked, phone in one hand and the other holding on to Leah.
While Jake stood behind him, his small frame completely blocked by his dad’s bigger frame.
"Yes, I have," Wendy replied, adding, "I don’t see anything. Has it not been delivered yet?"
Since she had no idea what Michael had sent her, Wendy did not want to hazard a guess in case she guessed wrong and got busted for lying that she was at home.
In any case, when she got home later, she would tell Michael about what he had sent. That way, he would not suspect anything.
But then again, Wendy’s grand plan had failed.
Because, at that moment, Michael was standing at her door!
Looking up, Michael checked and confirmed the apartment number and asked again, confused, "Have you really opened the door?"
Because the door that he was standing in front of had not opened.
"I...," Wendy was feeling flustered at his repeated questioning.
Somehow, she felt that Michael was being a tad weird today.
"It’s open," she murmured , her voice weakening.
"Is your address 2001, Gladstone Apartments?"
Michael’s question made her even more confused as she nodded, "Yes, it is."
Once again, Michel checked the number of the apartment that he was standing in front of.
No mistake about it. It was 2001.
That could mean only one thing. That Wendy was still not home!
She had always maintained that she left work on time.
From the lack of background noise from her end, Michael deduced that the probability that she had gone out to relax after work was low.
The only remaining reason was that she was still at work, in her office.
Scowling, Michael instructed coldly, "Wait for me!"
At that, the phone went dead.
Wendy stood rooted to the floor for along while afterwards, her mind reeling over Michael’s words ’Wait for me’.
What did Michael mean by that?
He couldn’t possibly be in Rheinsville City, could he?
Somehow, Wendy found it all a little weird.
Picking up her car key and bag, she decided to head home.
She feared that Michael might have planted spies in the office. If they ratted her out, saying that she was still in the office, she would have a lot of explaining to do.
Since she lived near the office, it only took her a few minutes to drive home.
On the way home, she wondered if Michael was indeed in Rheinsville City.
Even though the probability was low.
When she arrived home, there was nothing at the door. No one was in sight either.
At that, Wendy’s hopeful anticipation dissipated.
Michael would be too busy with his work to be making a trip to Rheinsville City at this time.
Smiling, Wendy shook her head and opened the door with her key.
Meanwhile, Michael had arrived at her office with the two kids.
Since it was past 11 at night, the office was practically deserted.
With the kids in tow, Michael walked towards the reception and asked, "Excuse me, can you direct me to Miss Swift’s office please?"
Since it was late at night, the receptionist had her head lowered and was surfing or gaming on her phone, trying to stay awake.
Suddenly, a man’s voice sounded.
Looking up, the receptionist noticed Michael and her eyes lit up.
In a daze, she pointed, "twenty-second floor..."
"Thank you," Michael walked towards the elevators with the kids.
"Oh, let me take you there," the receptionist was totally enthralled by Michael’s handsome face.
My word, this man looks better than a popular movie star.
But then again, he does look a tad familiar.
In her haste to catch up with them, the receptionist seemed to have remembered something.
Talking to Michael’s back, she said, "Oh right, I’m sorry. You can’t meet with Miss Swift without an appointment."
She had only just remembered the rules.
At that, Jake turned around and looked at the receptionist, saying with a smile, "Hi there. It’s just us."
When she saw the two kids, the receptionist slowed down.
Instantly, she lost some of the enthusiasm that she had when she first set eyes on Michael.
Smiling, Jake waved to the receptionist and said, "Hi there. It’s been a while since we last met..."
The receptionist was not new to the company.
In fact, she had been working at HG for more than two years now.
So, of course, she recognized Jake.
In the past, Wendy had often brought Jake and Leah to the office with her.
Practically everyone at HG had met the kids.
The receptionist looked first at Jake and then at Michael.
She now realized why she had found Michael familiar.
Clearing her throat delicately to hide her embarrassment, she asked, "Hey kids, what are you doing here?"
"We’re here to see Mummy," Leah explained sweetly.
"And this is?" although she had guessed who Michael was, the receptionist could not resist asking.
"He’s our Daddy," Leah replied earnestly.
"Oh...," the receptionist spluttered, more embarrassed now that she had confirmed who Michael was.
"Can you take us to Miss Swift’s office please?" Michael was already thinking of what he would say to Wendy for working so late into the night.
He could not imagine what impact these consistently long working hours would have on her health.
"Miss Swift has left for the day," the receptionist informed him, adding, "You won’t find her in her office."
"Left for the day?" She was still in the office when Michael called earlier.
"Yes, that’s right," the receptionist nodded, adding, "She left about ten minutes ago."
At that, Michael looked displeased.
Did he not tell Wendy to wait for him?
He surmised that she must have not heard him clearly and rushed home immediately after hanging up.
Noticing Michael’s scowl, the receptionist asked tentatively, "Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Lucas?"
Everyone knew who Wendy’s husband was.
Since Jake had claimed that Michael was his father, the receptionist knew instantly who he was.
"Nothing for now, thanks," Michael nodded his thanks. He led Jake and Leah away, intending to take them home to Wendy.
As she watched them departing, the receptionist took out her phone and snapped a picture of them.
Within the next second, the photo appeared in one of the company’s gossipy chat groups.
Just as the receptionist was planning to comment on the photo, Michael suddenly stopped and walked back to her.
"Hi, may I ask you something about Miss Swift?" Michael asked. freeweɓnøvel.com
Scared out of her wits by Michael, the receptionist had thought that he had found out about being secretly photographed.
Realizing that Michael was after something else, she heaved a sigh of relief and, smiling, replied, "Of course. What is it you’d like to know?"
