NovelEnglishBack in the day, merely whispering "Dorothy" was enough to get Everett and Kevin to jump. They'd treat Quincy's words like gospel, bending over backwards to cater to her whims.
But times have changed. Now, dropping Dorothy's ndoesn't even get them to bat an eyelid. Is it any wonder Quincy's on edge? "Let her wait," Everett declared, his voice dripping with strategy. This was a psychological game, a battle of wits. He intended to shake Quincy's confidence, to make her believe she was the one in control, not him. Given Quincy's tendency to second-guess everything, she'd definitely smell a rat otherwise.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFrom the moment Everett decided to bring Dorothy into the picture, he'd been plotting. And this was just the beginning.
"Understood! Just letknow if there's anything you need," Kevin responded, though hesitation tinged his voice. He wanted to ask for the full story, curious about the real reason behind all this.
Kevin was in the dark, knowing only slightly more than Dorothy. It seemed... Mr. Lopez was staging a play, pretending to have lost interest in Ms. Sanchez, all for Quincy's benefit.
The Lopez Corporation's headquarters dominated the skyline, a towering testament to the company's might.
The lobby was a hub of activity, reserved for those with appointments. Employees would cout to greet visitors, guiding them in with strict protocol.
Quincy, sitting on a plush sofa in the lobby, waited impatiently. Neither Everett nor Kevin cdown to give her an update.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs closing tapproached, she grew restless. Pulling out her phone, she attempted to call Everett again. After several rings, there was still no answer. Was he ignoring her calls on purpose? Rising to her feet, she approached the reception desk, where the staff were preparing to leave.
"Hello." "Hi! I was told Mr. Lopez's secretary would inform him of my request to see him. I believe he should have been notified by now. Can I go up to see him?" The receptionist offered a polite smile. "Well, you could try cele him, f Mr. Lopez agrees to Jf he'll send someone down you." That was as good as saying nothing at all.
Quincy frowned, frustration evident. She decided to play her trump card.
"I'm Mr. Lopez's fiancée. You can verify this with the chairman of thet Lopez Corporation. I can call him in front of you if necessary." belongs to &w Content bet The title of Mr. Lopez's fiancée certainly carried weight, causing the receptionists to exchange uncertain glances. They hadn't heard about Mr. Lopez having a fiancée. "If you are Mr. Lopez's fiancée, then please, try to contact him directly!" "I've been trying, but he won't answer!" Quincy showed them her call log in frustration. "I just want to check on him." "We're really sorry, but we can't let you through." "I really am Everett's fiancée!" The receptionists could only offer a polite smile in response.
Just as Quincy was about to argue further, a figure caught her eye.
"Dorothy! Ms. Sanchez!" Quincy's shout echoed through the lobby, drawing everyone's attention, including Dorothy's.
Dorothy had seen Quincy, and of course, she heard her claim to be Everett's fiancée...
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