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“Mrs. Fuller!” Suddenly someone stood beside me, giving me a scare. I smiled as I noticed it was Stella.
I managed to squeeze myself in when the elevator doors opened. Maybe everyone knew my identity, so
no one mentioned the rumors between Ashton and me. They were chatting to Stella instead.
From their conversation, I could deduce that Stella was well-liked by the other employees. Well, pretty
and bubbly girls were always well-liked by others.
I got out when the elevator reached Ashton’s office. However, I was thunderstruck because I would need
Ashton’s fingerprint to enter his office.
I decided to call him. Just as I whipped out my phone, the door opened, and out came Stella again.
Her gaze flickered between me and the door. “Mrs. Fuller, were you busy recently? I don’t see you visit
Mr. Fuller much these days.”
I gave her a once-over and saw she was holding documents that require Ashton’s approval. “Yes. I’ve
been busy with something.”
She smiled faintly in response then entered Ashton’s office. As I followed her, I stared at her back. It
gave me a sense that it was all thanks to her that I was able to enter.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the office, Ashton was sitting behind his desk reviewing documents while Stella stood silently by his
side waiting for his signature. As Ashton lifted his arm, Stella passed him a pen. Their whole interaction
displayed their excellent teamwork from working closely.
I stood rooted at the entrance, staring sightlessly at the scene, thinking they were a perfect team.
A few minutes later, Ashton lifted his gaze from his work, focusing his attention on me. “Aren’t you tired
standing there?”
I smiled. “Isn’t Ms. Collins standing as well? It’s not appropriate if I sit while she stands.”
His brows drew together as he understood my insinuation. He ordered Stella, “You may leave first. I will
send these documents to you later once I’m done.”
Stella nodded, “Sure!”
She smiled as she said goodbye to me.
The room fell into a dead silence after Stella left.
Finally, Ashton said, “Standing too long is not good for you now.”
I arched my brow and leaned against the door. “It’s fine. Mr. Fuller, please finish your work first. My feet
can stand for a few more minutes. I shouldn’t bother you, seeing as you’re busier than a bee.”
He raised a brow and stood. “Scarlett, do you have to talk to me like that?”
I laughed, “Like how? It looked like Mr. Fuller didn’t even want to speak to me anymore. That’s fine. Mr.
Fuller, please continue with your work. I won’t disturb you further.”
I turned and left.
However, Ashton wasn’t the kind of person who let problems fester into the night. He blocked my exit.
“You know that is not what I mean.”
I chuckled, “It’s fine. Finish your work first.”
He grabbed my wrist. “Let’s settle this. The person who should be mad is me. You know the kind of
person Armond is, yet you still meet him privately. I’m angry because I’m worried about you. Why can’t
you understand that?”
I raised my head and stared at him. He looked more mature as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of
life. It made me panic for a second. I kept my panic in check and smiled. “So in your opinion, I’m a
useless person who didn’t know how to take care of myself? I’m just a clueless idiot, is that it?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis forehead creased. “You know that is not what I mean.”
I chucked, “But that’s what your words are implying.
“Whatever. You don’t have to explain anymore. Go and finish your work. Don’t bring emotion into your
work. It’s not professional.”
I left his office and entered the elevator.
I left with a smile as I looked at Ashton’s frowning face. I knew that it was my fault regarding Armond
because I didn’t explain it clearly to him, but there were times when things were more complicated than it
seems. An explanation could’ve saved all this trouble, yet we persisted with the solution that made us all
unhappy.
I saw Stella again after I exited the elevator. She seemed to be waiting for me. “Mrs. Fuller, are you
heading back now?”
I nodded with a smile, “Yes.”
She looked at me hesitantly, so I stopped and asked, “You seemed to be focused on your work recently.
Are you dating now? Your parents must be urging you to get married at your age.”
She was surprised by my remark. “Not really. My parents were quite open-minded. I haven’t met anyone
compatible, and they respected my decision.”
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