“Hello, Miss Brown,” said the caller, whose voice was rather pleasant.
Millie’s eyes widened as she asked, “Who are you?”
“I’m the president of D.S Jewelry,” the caller explained.
“I regret to inform you that we’ve terminated the contract due to smisunderstandings.
To express our apology, I’d like to invite you to dinner.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe president of D.S Jewelry? Millie’s confusion deepened.
The president was an enigmatic figure within the company. Although she had designed jewelry for them, she had never encountered him. Rumor had it that his surnwas Morgan.
Employees at D.S Jewelry often spoke of his model-like physique and captivating, mysterious face.
At one point, Millie had been curious about him, but despite her tat the company, she had never laid eyes on him.
His voice, though charming and rich, seemed slightly familiar to her.
The thought seemed absurd to Millie. She had never met him while working for D.S Jewelry, and now, after being forced to leave, she received a call from this mysterious figure?
Noticing Millie’s silence, the man asked patiently, “Are you still listening?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Morgan,” she replied.
“I’ve begun working at a new company.
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You don’t need to treatto dinner.”
The memory of how they had hastily severed ties with her over a mere phone call was still fresh in her mind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhy would this elusive boss suddenly wish to invite her to dinner now?
He paused for a moment before saying, “Then, I’m sorry to have troubled you.”
After ending the call, Millie massaged the space between her eyebrows and checked the time. She still had half an hour before Grace would be done with work.
Meanwhile, in a private room above the bar, Harlan entered the dim space and cast his eyes on a figure in the corner.
“You’re here,” he said.
In the shadows, Marcus shifted slightly.
With a click, Harlan turned on the light, illuminating the room.