Emmett sounded like he was losing his mind.


    “He’s in a bad mood. Is it because of me?’ Debbie mused.


    She was not sure, so she answered Emmett, “It’s of no use to call me.


    He won’t Listen to me.”


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    “Don’t be so modest! If he didn’t Listen to you, I’d be still stuck at the construction site, carrying bricks.


    Debbie, please do us the favor. You only need to call Carlos and say something sweet. I believe it will


    work. Please, please…”


    Debbie was amused at his utter desperation.


    When she didn’t respond, Emmett asked in confusion, “Debbie, could it be, his mood is something to


    do with marital problems?”


    “What?!” Debbie eximed.


    As she was about to say something, she heard Carlos roaring at the other end of the line, “Emmett, get


    your ass in right now!”


    Emmett was so frightened he even forgot to hang up. He rushed into the meeting room and stood


    beside Carlos addressing him respectfully,


    “Carlos.”


    Carlos noticed the phone in his hand was on and asked in a cold voice,


    “This is meeting hour. Whose call is that, still active on your phone?


    Holy crap! Emmett immediately hid his phone behind his back, but it was toote.


    Carlos could tell from his reaction that something was not right. With a gloomy face, he snatched his


    phone away and his face changed at the caller ID.


    He cast a burning nce at Emmett, who was in cold sweat, and put the phone near his ear.


    “Yes? Anything?”


    Only two words were enough to draw all the senior executives’ attention. ‘Who’s on the phone? Carlos’


    voice has magically changed.


    Why so soft all of a sudden?’ they mused.


    “No…nothing… Uh, here’s the thing. I was shopping…and I saw a… I saw a… a book. I guess you


    would be interested. Do you want it?”


    No one responded. Debbie wiped the cold sweat off her forehead. She had not expected Carlos to


    snatch Emmett’s phone. What was she going to say? In front of her was a book, so she found a Lame


    excuse.


    “Are you trying to apologize?” Carlos asked.


    “No. Bye!” Debbie was about to hang up, but Carlos’ next words stopped her.


    “Don’t you dare hang up!” He suddenly stood up, swept over the executives, whose heads were


    lowered, and said coldly, “The meeting is done.”


    Then he left the meeting room, with Emmett’s phone still in his hand.