NovelEnglishChapter 637 At Thunderbolt Enterprises, the evening had settled in with the soft glow of the city lights leaking through the windows. Marguerite had left for the factory early in the morning from Poppy Petal Fragrances, leaving Frederick to dive back into the corporate whirlwind that awaited him at the headquarters.
After wrapping up a marathon four-hour international conference call, darkness had already cloaked the sky. Chuck, his reliable assistant, was tidying up the chaotic pile of documents on Frederick's desk. There was still a short video conference on the agenda, and Chuck was racing against tto set it up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSuddenly, the classic rock station on the rawas interrupted with a breaking news alert.
[A severe winter storm warning is in effect for Stonebridge City, with heavy snowfall, ice, and plummeting temperatures expected to hit within the next hour. The outskirts are projected to be the hardest hit, with temperatures expected to reach record lows not seen in over a decade...] Chuck paused mid-sort, glancing over at Frederick with concern. "Mr. Winston, should we postpone the video call? The blizzard's going to hit soon and if we don't head out now, we're going to be stuck here for hours trying to get home." Frederick, rubbing his temples wearily, replied without hesitation, "No need." Chuck nodded in agreement, "Right, the news mentioned the outskirts getting the brunt of it. We're in the city center; the blizzard probably won't even touch us here." The outskirts...
Suddenly, Frederick's attention snapped to the window as the first delicate snowflakes began to dance against the glass. His eyes narrowed with concern.
"Get the factory on the line." "The factory?" It took Chuck a moment to remember the new product development project at Poppy Petal Fragrances that both Marguerite and Mr. Winston were overseeing.
"I'm on it, Mr. Winston," Chuck affirmed, quickly dialing the factory for an update. After a brief exchange, he reported back.
"Mr. Winston, the factory manager, Zack, says the production wrapped up tonight. Most staff left shortly after finishing up. However, Marguerite decided to stay back to do a final count on the products. No word on when she'll be done." Almost reflexively, Frederick stood up, smoothly slipping into his suit jacket, "I'm heading over there." Chuck caught on immediately, "You're worried about Marguerite, aren't you, sir?" "That woman can be careless. If there's any trouble with the product, are you going to take responsibility for her?" "Of course not, sir. I'll have the car ready in a jiffy!" Chuck rushed out with a smirk on his face. No doubt about it, Mr. Winston was anxious about Marguerite. The blizzard was bearing down on the outskirts, and that's precisely where the factory was located. Ever since Marguerite's old Polo bit the dust, she'd been cabbing to work. With her working late, Mr. Winston must have been concerned about her getting hsafely.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf he was worried, why didn't he just say so? But no, he always had to find an elaborate excuse. Classic Winston pride.
Chuck checked his watch, hurried down to prepare the car, and soon they were speeding towards the faetory. However, they missed Marguerite by a hair's breadth.
Having heard about the incoming cold front, she had raced through her tasks. By sheer luck, she flagged down a tax just as she stepped out of the factory. She dashed toward the Winston Mansion, narrowly escaping the brunt of the storm. What she hadn't anticipated was that as soon as she set foot in the Winston Mansion, Zack's call cthrough with alarming news.
"Ms. Lockwood, disaster! The security guard says the factory's on fire! The firefighters can't get through because of the storm, and it looks like our entire stock is toast! We need you to cup with a plan, stat!"
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