NovelEnglishAnastasia was holding a cup of coffee. She had just finished reviewing her upcoming schedule and was getting ready to take a break.
At this moment, her office phone began to ring, and she reached out to answer it. “Hello? Who is this?” “Hello, is this President Tillman? My name is Georgina Redding. | am Cathryn Windsor's manager. I'm sorry to bother you, President Tillman, but | have to clarify something. The popularity and reputation of our artists are great, so I'd like to know exactly what it is about our artists that does not fit the standards of your company. We'll do all we can to resolve the situation as soon as possible.” Anastasia’s lovely eyes narrowed slightly as she heard this. “You might want to find out what your artist was doing in the hallway on the day of the press conference. Tell her, if she does anything like that again, she will no longer be a part of the entertainment business.” After she said that, she slammed the phone right away.
“Did you do anything to upset President Tillman on the day of the press conference?” Georgina questioned Cathryn, who was seated on the opposite couch after hanging up the phone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“W-What could | have done?” “You better tell me the truth,” Georgina snarled.
Cathryn began to chew on her lips as she grasped the severity of the matter and quickly elaborated, “I saw Elliot answering the phone in the hallway the other day. | simply wanted to make an impression on him so that he would remember me...” “What?! How dare you flirt with Elliot! His wife was there at the press conference! Do you even have a brain?!” Georgina was furious.
“I-1 realize I'm wrong now.” “Did you know what Anastasia just said to me? She threatened to throw you out of the industry if this happened again!” Georgina scolded, “Out of everyone, the person whom you've chosen to upset was Elliot Presgrave’s wife? You'll be left in dust in no time if she says anything!” “I-1s she really so powerful?” Cathryn wondered, slightly skeptical.
“With her status as Mrs. Presgrave, she can make you disappear in an instant. Forget about the compensation. Do you understand? The next time you see her, move out of her way,” Georgina screamed.
Though Anastasia had been away from work for so long in Bourgeois, she was still full of enthusiasm. After a short break, she quickly drafted another schedule. She was a member of the company’s design team in terms of jewelry design, which meant that she could also make managerial decisions with foresight, knowledge and determination.
At this time, there was a knock at the door and Mason entered after opening it. “President Tillman, are you available now?” “Just call me Anastasia!” she said with a smile since he was given special treatment here.
“No, I'm going to address you as President Tillman when we're in the office! We can forget the formalities after we get off work,” he insisted. Then, he sat on the chair opposite from her and asked, “I'm just wondering whether the spokesperson has been appointed. If not, | would recommend my sister, Katrina.” She had also guessed that he was here for Katrina. After giving it some thought, “Mason, you've been kind to me. If you really want to recommend your sister, | can give her a chance.” He seldom came to her for help, and she knew it. Thus, she had no intention of rejecting him at this point.
“Her career as a model has never really taken off, so | really hope she establishes a reputation elsewhere.” Mason expressed his concern for his sister's future.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Alright. I'll tell the people in charge of organizing the event to allow her to promote our brand.” Anastasia gave a clear answer.
“Thank you, President Tillman.” After hearing these words, he let out a long sigh of relief. There was no denying the fact that Katrina had exerted a great deal of pressure on him.
“You're really welcome. You don't often ask me for help. I had to do this, of course.” Anastasia grinned.
After Mason left, she called the relevant department thereafter and asked them to make some arrangements. As long as Mason asked of her, she was willing to help Katrina.
At 3:00PM, Anastasia’s door was knocked on again and she said, “Come in.” At first, she thought it was her assistant, Grace, bringing in documents, but it was a tall, charming man who casually entered instead.
The man strolled in slowly with a smile as he had one hand in his pocket.
“What are you doing here?” Anastasia stood up to greet him.
The guy wrapped his arms around her and drew her into a hug before lowering his head and kissing her crimson lips. “I'm here to see my wife.” As soon as she realized that her window shutters were open, her face became flushed. “The blinds are up!”
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