Chapter 572: Private ount
Helen''s POV:
This business trip to Phdelphia was only a week.It was brief, but the task at hand was heavy.
After taking a break at the hotel, we started working as nned.
Mattie took the initiative to negotiate with the targetpany.
Her job was to review business deals and contracts.On the other hand, was responsible for the
assessment of thepany''s qualifications.
Anya and I went to thepany first and met the person in charge.It was our responsibility to assess
the suspicious contents in the investigation list.
Although our work was quite simr, Mattie''s task was more important than mine.
My boss, Anya, was a workaholic, especially when she was on a business trip.She did not like wasting
time and always ensured we finished our jobs as soon as possible.
When we returned to the hotel from thepany, it was already ten o''clock in the evening.
Mattie and I began writing the report at the end of the day.I had done simr work before, so I had a
rough idea about what I was supposed to do.
Thankfully, I finished the report early just as I had hoped.
When I handed the report to Anya, she nodded in approval, which surprised me as she rarely showed
her satisfaction.
"If there''s nothing else, you can go back now and have a rest."
"Thanks, Miss Pierce."
Before leaving, I caught a glimpse of investigation reports regarding Zhester Technology on her desk.
Truth be told, the real purpose of Anya''s visit to Phdelphia was to meet Boswell Deleon, the technical
director of Zhester Technology.It was said that he was George''s most capable subordinate and also
yed an important role in thepany.
He happened to be in Phdelphia recently.
On my way out, I saw Mattie came over to hand her report.
But the moment I closed the door, I heard Anya scolded Mattie.
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"How many times do I have to tell you this? Don''t download these documents from the Inte.Are you
deaf or just in stupid? Stop wasting my time.If you''re just gonna give me rubbish, just throw them
straight into the trash can!"
Fortunately, Mattie had amendable attitude.She just apologized and epted Anya''s criticism,
even though it was hurtful.
But even though Mattie was on the verge of tears, I did not offer help.
After all, it was her job, and she had to be ountable for her mistakes.
With that, I left the hotel and went to a diner I often went to when I was in high school.It had been years
since Ist visited this city.
Surprisingly, nothing much changed over the years.
The diner was still open, but it was not as lively and noisy as it was in my memory.It waste at night
when I arrived, and only several customers were inside.
In the past, my ssmates and I would oftene to this diner to eat.
We would chat with one another andugh like there was no tomorrow.
The moment the owner saw me, he walked over and asked with a smile, "Miss, what can I get for you?"
I sat by the window and ordered some of my favorite dishes.
This was the very same spot where I used to sit before.The owner and his wife did not seem to
recognize me.I could not me them.So many years had passed, and I had changed a lot.I cupped my
face as I waited for the food.
The owner served my order not long after.
The food was still just like I remembered.
For a second, I felt as if I was back in high school.
Suddenly, something urred to me.I put my fork down, took a picture of my meal with my phone, and
posted it on Instagram.
As soon as I posted the picture, my former high school ssmatesmented one after another.I
smiled and replied to every one of them.
But then, the smile on my face froze when an unfamiliar ountmented on my post.
"Is this diner still open?" a user named "G" asked.
Who was this? George? Was this his private ount? Since when did we follow each other? Why did I
not remember following him? My finger hovered over hisment as I contemted whether or not I
should reply.
After pondering for a moment, I decided not to and even blocked him.
I could not help but think of our video call the other day.He drew a very clear line between his
professional and private life.
Well, we only had to talk about business, and I had gotten his work ount.
There was no need for me to keep his private one.I did not want to keep fantasizing about him.I must
admit, I was kinda sensitive with the way people talked to me.
If George and I did not have sex that night and he did not reject me harshlyter, I would probably be
happy to know his private social media ount.
Perhaps I would even take the initiative to talk to him.But the way I looked at him had changed.
Right now, his angry voice from that night kept echoing in my head.
"Your boss sent an assistantwyer to speak with me? Is this her show of sincerity in working with
me?"
Clearly, he was implying that I did not deserve to talk business with him.He was right, though.I had
overestimated myself.
It was enough that I had been humiliated once.I would just take it as a lesson.
When [returned to the hotel, Mattie was still revising her report under the tablemp.
The sound of her typing on the keyboard was particrly harsh in thete night.
The noise became more and more intense.
Mattie must have encountered more problems and be frustrated.
She and I shared the same room.
After taking a shower, Iy on the bed and closed my eyes to sleep.
But no matter how hard I tried, I could not sleep well because of the sound of Mattie typing.
Unable to take it any longer, I got up from the bed, tried to open my tired and sleepy eyes, and sat
beside her.
"Do you need help?"
"Yes, please!" Mattie answered.
She must have cried while I was away as need for me to keep his private one.I did not want to keep
fantasizing about him.I must admit, I was kinda sensitive with the way people talked to me.
If George and I did not have sex that night and he did not reject me harshlyter, I would probably be
happy to know his private social media ount.
Perhaps I would even take the initiative to talk to him.But the way I looked at him had changed.
Right now, his angry voice from that night kept echoing in my head.
"Your boss sent an assistantwyer to speak with me? Is this her show of sincerity in working with
me?"
Clearly, he was implying that I did not deserve to talk business with him.He was right, though.I had
overestimated myself.
It was enough that I had been humiliated once.I would just take it as a lesson.
When [returned to the hotel, Mattie was still revising her report under the tablemp.
The sound of her typing on the keyboard was particrly harsh in thete night.
The noise became more and more intense.
Mattie must have encountered more problems and be frustrated.She and I shared the same
room.
After taking a shower, Iy on the bed and closed my eyes to sleep.
But no matter how hard I tried, I could not sleep well because of the sound of Mattie typing.
Unable to take it any longer, I got up from the bed, tried to open my tired and sleepy eyes, and sat
beside her.
"Do you need help?"
"Yes, please!" Mattie answered.
She must have cried while I was away as The next day, we visited the factory of Vlibert Company.
The director in charge of the merger case invited our team to lunch.
"I''m sorry.I won''t be able to make it. I have an appointment this noon.How about we take a rain check?"
Anya said with a polite smile.
Well, she had asked Boswell of Zhester Technology for lunch.
That was the most important part of the business trip.She could not miss it.
Mattie and I, however, could not refuse the invitation, so we had no choice but to go.
Mattie and I, along with the business partners and management of Vlibert Company, went to a fancy
restaurant.I was not used to meeting so many strangers.
Fortunately, Mattie got along well with all of them.
As we were the only girls there, we scon became the focus of the topic.
At this moment, the middle-aged man sitting opposite me smiled and asked, "Helen, don''t you
remember me? I''m Breck Collins."
Breck Collins? I took a serious look at him, and my eyes widened in panic and confusion.
No wonder he looked familiar.
This was exactly the reason why I did not go back to Phdelphia for years.I was afraid of meeting
someone I knew in the past.
Before I could reply, Mattie, who was sitting next to me, curiously asked, "Mr.Collins, do you know
Helen?"
"I used to work for her father.I watched Helen grow up, but I didn''t see her for years after her father
passed away."
At the recollection of the past, I felt as if I was on the verge of copsing.But since many people were
there, I hid my difort and raised my ss to the man.
"Mr.Collins, I would like to propose a toast to give you my thanks."
With that, I drank up the wine in my ss and felt a burning feeling in my throat down to my stomach.
Meanwhile, Breck simply took a sip of the wine and said, "You don''t have to be so polite and formal to
me, Helen.Since you are back in Phdelphia, you''re wee to my home anytime."
The people at the table were all well-mannered.They did not force me to drink, nor did they say any
inappropriate jokes or remarks.
After the meal, Mattie and I bade farewell to everyone.