After divorce I am a billionaire

After being called out, Mavis sneezed a few times.

Zack asked with concern, "Are you okay?" Mavis shook her head, focused on the topic, and asked, "What did he want?" "Mr. Callahan askedto tell you that you can no longer do the cleaning, or else... you won't have to stay at the Callahan Group anymore." Hmm? Mavis can't help but twitch her mouth. Was that what she wanted to do? Those people took her as an intern. She didn't understand the rules of the workplace, and speople left all the work that was not her domain to her..

However, Zack's tone was very tactful. Perhaps Anthony's words were harsh.

Forget it.

Mavis had a headache and asked, "I see. Anything else?" "No, Madam, please take care of your health, | have to go." With that, Zack turned and left, and Mavis returned to her desk to finish what she had started.

Snap.

A stack of papers suddenly landed on her desk, and Mavis looked up to meet the cocky eyes of Nyla, her female colleague.

Nyla had her arms crossed and snorted. "What are you looking at? All these documents have to be entered into the system. You have to hand them in by twelve o'clock tonight. If you can't finish them, you'll have to take full responsibility if you delay the work of the higher-ups.” The files Nyla had brought were piled high enough to hide Mavis's face.

Mavis rummaged through the papers on her desk. They were all data and meeting notes.

If she was not mistaken, the contents of these documents did not fall within the scope of her work.

She stood up and refused, "Nyla, this is not my part of the job, and I'm not going to do it." If she wanted to get all this done, she couldn't get it done by tomorrow night. Nyla was just handing her the grunt work.

Not expecting Mavis to turn her down this time, Nyla was furious, slapping her desk and lecturing her, "You're just an intern now. Do you really know what you're supposed to do and what you're not supposed to do? As long as you are in logistics one day, this is your job! Don't justify your laziness!" Nyla's voice was not small but attracted the eyes of the people around and they looked over.

"Why?" Mavis was a nice person, but that didn't mean she'll put up with it.

Nyla smiled, leaned over to Mavis, and sneered, "Aren't you close to Zack? You can complain to him and see if he can help you. Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you entered the company through improper means.” "Mavis, I'm warning you, this is what interns are for. Stop trying to gain benefits from others." she said She was one who was trying to do so, right? Mavis sneered, ignored Nyla, and moved the papers from her desk into the hallway.

It was not her job. She wouldn't do it.

Nyla watched in shock, and her anger was rising again.

Just when Nyla was about to lose her temper, the director suddenly cout of the office with a suitcase in his arms.

Anyone who worked in the company knew what it meant to walk with a suitcase.

All the people were surprised. The director went to them with a sad face and bowed deeply.

"Everyone, there's no such thing as an endless feast. | won't be able to work with you in the future. | wish you all the best in your careers. Goodbye." As the director was about to leave, Nyla went up to him and asked, "Aren't you doing well? Why are you leaving all of a sudden? Do you want to change your job with a high salary? Or do you want to be transferred to another department?" The director shook his head. "I will no longer work for the Callahan Group or any of its subsidiaries.” With that, the director left.

Nyla looked confused. What did he mean? Did he get fired from the company? There was nothing big going on lately. Why would he suddenly get fired? "Let's put our work aside for a moment. | have something to tell you." At that moment another department director cup and clapped his hands to stop everyone from working.

Mavis was also puzzled by the director's sudden departure, sitting silently at her desk and waiting for the department director to inform them something.

"The position of the director of Logistics is currently vacant. The new one will be here tomorrow. Please work hard to get along with the new director.” "All right, it's all right. Let's get back to work." Bring in the new director? Mavis was frowning, wondering why all of a sudden? It was common to replace someone in a senior position with advance notice, or after a major mistake had been made.

This... ? Anthony did this? He was the chief executive of the entire group and can decide who left and stayed.

Maybe... ? Why would he suddenly change the head of logistics? She felt confused and but there was no answer.

Forget it, these were not her, an intern, to worry about, or finish the job at hand.

Near the end of the day, Mavis finally finished her work at hand and moved her sore neck.

Today was supposed to be her birthday, and she wanted to buy herself a small cake to celebrate.

However, her birthday was unknown to the Callahan family, and even less to Anthony. She decided to cerebrate it herself before returning.

She turned on the phone and found Anthony's number. There was "honey" the note on the screen, which was very dazzling. The two of them chatted three days ago.

Anthony had forced her to change the na few days ago, saying that he was afraid that Rebecca would accidentally see the non it, and she would be suspicious.

Mavis smiled bitterly. He probably didn't have the interest to know when her birthday was.

In the dialog box, she entered swords, deleted, and edited. In the end, she deleted all and sent out only a few words.

[Mr. Callahan, I'm going to be a little late today. It won't be more than eight o'clock. I'll take car hon my own. | don't need a chauffeur to pickup.] Anthony replied in seconds.

[To do what?] [Private matter.] Looking at the two words"private”, Anthony furrowed his brows.

This woman had no other friends in this city, and nowhere else to go. What private business could she possibly have? Something was not right.

Anthony grabbed his coat, went straight to the parking lot, and called Mavis.

When she didn't get a reply, Mavis thought he'd said yes, and as soon as she walked out of the office, her cell phone started vibrating.

As soon as she saw it was him, Mavis's breathing quickened, and she calmed herself before she picked up the phone.

"Honey." He said she needed to call him Mr. Callahan in working hours. It was after hours, so she called him honey.

Her voice was soft and sweet, and Anthony liked it.

"What's your personal business?" "l want to buy a cupcake and then go back." Aside from not saying it was her birthday, Mavis did tell the truth about what she was going to do.

For a cupcake? Anthony frowned and said coldly, "The chef from at hdoes know how to make cupcakes. What are you doing? Mavis, you should know what happens when you lie to me." Mavis stood at the elevator, hesitating and not pressing the button.

What was she gonna say? That she wanted to celebrate her birthday? It was an arranged marriage. They were not a real couple. That had got to annoy him? Seeing that she wasn't speaking, Anthony impatiently urged, "Speak." Mavis bit her lip and finally spoke.

"|... want to celebrate my birthday." It was her birthday? Anthony was silent. He never cared about Mavis.

"Mr. Callahan, if you'll excuse me, I'm going downstairs." Just as she was about to hang up, Anthony said, "Get down to the parking lot, and go home."