Chapter 19
There was a bang.
A sharp crash sounded as an expensive mug shattered into pieces at Asher’s feet.
Outside the CEO’s office, the entire secretary’s area fell into dead silence. Everyone kept their heads down, breathing as quietly as possible.
“What’s wrong with Mr. Greene today?”
“I have no idea. He’s been in a foul mood since he came in this morning. Anyone who goes in gets yelled at.”
“I heard it’s because his wife wants a divorce.”
“No way! Mrs. Greene loves him so much!”
“She’s gorgeous too. How could Mr. Greene bear to let her go? I know I wouldn’t.”
A junior assistant stood outside holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee, hands trembling. He braced himself, pushed the door open, and carefully placed the cup on the far corner of
Asher’s desk.
Asher stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, back turned, tall and straight. Yet, he was shrouded by a suffocating, hostile aura. His voice was cold as ice as he spat, “Get out.”
The assistant felt as if he’d been pardoned. He fled the office, quietly closing the door behind
him.
Inside, Asher pulled his tie loose in irritation as his finger brushed his phone. The screen was still empty. There were no new messages.
Juliet had really let the police question him like a criminal, then had him escorted out without even an explanation. He picked up the phone and slammed it down on the desk again. Two seconds later, he hit the intercom. “Jesse, come in.”
Jesse entered cautiously. “Mr. Greene.”
“Did you find out which card Mrs. Greene is using?”
Jesse nodded quickly. “Yes. It’s her personal Haltrust Bank card. It’s still active.”
Asher waited. When Jesse didn’t continue, his brows furrowed impatiently. “What are you waiting for? Send me the card number!”
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“Oh, okay.”
Jesse sent the card number to Asher. Standing nearby, he watched Asher, who had nearly been dragged to the police station the day before, transfer 500 thousand dollars into his wife’s
account.
Asher noticed Jesse’s puzzled look and huffed. “What are you staring at? Is there a problem with my sending my wife money? You don’t give your wife money to spend? Are you even a
man?”
Jesse was at a loss. “Mr. Greene, have you forgotten that I don’t even have a girlfriend?”
Asher paused, then nodded in sudden realization. “No wonder you never have any constructive opinions to share! You’re useless! Get out. Out, out, out.”
Jesse was puzzled. The job posting never said the company discriminated against single people!
The next day, Juliet received an email from the contact Zachary had introduced. When she saw the compensation listed in the contract, her breath caught in her throat. It was more than enough money to resolve her urgent problem.
She clutched her phone tightly, warmth flooding her chest. Zach had done her a huge favor. She couldn’t let his kindness go unappreciated.
Juliet immediately replied to the email, then downloaded the documents that needed translating. She turned on her computer and brewed a cup of coffee to stay alert. But the moment the rich aroma hit her nose, her stomach twisted violently.
“Ugh…” She covered her mouth, rushed into the bathroom, and retched over the toilet. But nothing came out.
She steadied herself back to the desk and tried to focus. The computer screen was packed with technical terminology, the dense words looking like moving ants. She recognized the words, yet couldn’t piece them together into coherent sentences.
The nausea came in waves. Every few minutes, she had to run to the bathroom to heave. Her efficiency was terrible. Still, she gritted her teeth and pushed through.
When the doorbell rang that afternoon, Juliet was slumped over her desk, barely able to lift her head. She struggled to get up and open the door.
“Jules, I’m here!” Ariane walked in carrying grocery bags. The moment she saw Juliet’s face, she froze. “Oh my God! What happened to you? You look like your soul has been sucked dry.”
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the set the bags down and pressed a hand to pullet’s forehead. “Have you been pulling ad nighters again!”
“I’m just a little anemic” fulles didn’t want her to worry
“sit. Don’t move. I’ll cook for you.” Artine prosted her onto the couch and design baw
the kitchen.
A moment later, she poked her head back out, holding a storage container “The au your fridge?”
“Those are leftovers from yesterday”
“They look good. Who made them? You barely know how to work our ther’s to war an
made barbecue ribs.”
Juliet’s cheeks burned slightly
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