“Hmm?” Without waiting for an answer, he didn’t seem to want to just give up. His body was slightly sideways, and his gaze was even more straight at her.
There is no avoiding it, Andrea Jones forced a smile, “The president is joking. In fact, there are people who are willing to help you apply the medicine, there is no need for me. It’s my turn since Miss Brown is not here.”
She always felt that Neal Williams’ question was too ambiguous for a relationship like theirs between president and employee.
Or, like Olivia Scott, did he think he was sending this ointment for a different reason?
She opened her mouth to explain, but Neal Williams had coolly blocked out her words, “Got it.”
Andrea Jones simply looked out the window, admiring the city’s spring scenery and listening to the sound of the rain outside .
She doesn’t wonder what kind of sinful relationship she had with Olivia Scott to meet again after so long, let alone why Neal Williams suddenly appeared in a cab.
Everything, perhaps, is just coincidental.
…
The cab drove down the block and Andrea Jones looked at Neal Williams before she got out.
He was leaning lazily in the back seat and seemed to be asleep. After some hesitation, Andrea Jones still whispered her thanks and added, “Keep your hands out of the water and don’t get touched by anything else.”
His tightly furrowed brow loosened slightly.
Without stopping, she pushed open the car door and disappeared at a jog all the way to the entrance of a flat.
Neal Williams opened his eyes and paused for a moment before asking the driver to put the car back in motion.
He also did not know how he suddenly thought of her at that moment when it was raining, and why he suddenly got out of his car and got into a cab, all as if he had been possessed.
…
The following day.
Andrea Jones just came out of the data room for an ‘old man’ looking for information, did not have time to sit down to catch his breath, the grid was suddenly knocked.
She looked up and it was Selina Green, Garret Miller’s secretary.
“Ye …” Selina Green didn’t remember the name at once.
“Andrea Jones,” she said, standing up and answering.
“Yes, Andrea Jones, this, you send it to Mr. Williams for me to sign, hurry up!” Selina Green handed a document to Andrea Jones, and without waiting for Andrea Jones to say anything, she already turned her head and quickly ordered the others, “Elina, come to the office. Bring in T2’s client information with you!”
Andrea Jones had to carry the files upstairs and do work that was not her business. On the other hand, Brittany Adams was also chided by the company’s old man to chide her, printing one minute and shredding the other.
They’re new, so a lot of things naturally fall into her and Brittany Adams’ hands – it’s all part of the newbie routine, and there’s nothing to complain about.
President’s office.
Olivia Scott brought in coffee and Neal Williams didn’t even look up.
She only snapped and intended to go out, and as the door was opened a crack by her, Neal Williams suddenly spoke, “Stand there and wait for me for two minutes.”
Olivia Scott turned around and looked at him in surprise. He was still looking down at the task at hand and didn’t say anything more.
After thinking about it for a moment, Olivia Scott didn’t move and just stood in the doorway and waited.
The line of sight inadvertently fell on the ointment on his desk, the fragrant red lips slightly pursed, there is a trace of reluctance.
She really can’t understand how this man, who is known to be selfless, has made an exception and let Andrea Jones into the company. And, not only does he not even look at her as his assistant secretary, he even ignored her when she asked about his injury yesterday, but he took the medicine Andrea Jones sent him.
What is she, Andrea Jones, better than herself?
She stole all the limelight in school, and now she wants to steal the limelight again in the same company? Who is she to do that?
“You and she knew each other before?” Neal Williams’ voice, at once, interrupted Olivia Scott’s thoughts.
She looked up, only to see that he had put aside the pen in his hand, leaning lazily on the swivel chair. He was half leaning back, looking at himself lazily. So casual, and so elegant and charming, just ask such a man and how many women can move away from the line of sight?
Olivia Scott tried to keep herself from being tempted and gazed at him hesitantly, “Is the president talking about …?”
“Andrea Jones,” he said, keeping it short and sweet.
…
Outside the door, Andrea Jones was guided by Zoey Baker to the door of the president’s office. He was about to knock on the door when the all-too-familiar words came out of the tiny doorway.
She was slightly stunned, and her movements paused in suspicion. Could not help but press against the door to listen to the sound inside.
…
“Andrea Jones?” Olivia Scott was slightly surprised when Neal Williams asked about her, “Why is the president asking about that?”
“Is it acquaintance?” Neal Williams doesn’t explain. Yesterday, if I’m not mistaken, it was clear that things were not going well at all between her and Andrea Jones.
“Of course I know her, speaking of which, we’ve really known each other for quite a few years.” Olivia Scott smiled a little and spoke in a different way, “She used to have a lot of secrets that no one knows about, but I know them all.”
Neal Williams narrowed his eyes and stared at Olivia Scott.
Noticing that he seemed to be in a good mood, Olivia Scott couldn’t help but talk more.
“She used to be in the same class as me, but, as you can see, I graduated over a year ago and she’s still in school.”
“Is there a particular story?”
“Very special indeed. You wouldn’t believe it!” Lifting up the scars of Andrea Jones’ past, Olivia Scott had a hidden excitement in her eyes, “Six years ago, she didn’t know what she was doing and went to the mountains with a group of older men to play. And what happened was, something happened in the mountains! I heard the neighbors say she was raped, but in fact everyone said she was gang-raped by those men together. Anyway, later she directly to his father to die! Such a big scandal, of course, she could not stay, only the family moved away, school also stopped.”
In the office, the temperature, dropped steeply.
Neal Williams’ face was grim, like a layer of frost. Deep eyes on Olivia Scott, as if to stare her through.
Olivia Scott’s heart was startled, some by his shock, subconsciously back a step, before you can speak, but suddenly came Zoey Baker’s voice outside the door.
“Andrea Jones, why haven’t you gone in yet, I thought there was a very important document from Mr. Miller?”
Andrea Jones?
Neal Williams throat tightened, “Let her in!”
Her eyes glanced at Olivia Scott, cold as an edge, “You go out first! Don’t say anything else today, or else, you will be responsible for the consequences!”
Olivia Scott was so stunned that she didn’t say anything back.
Neal Williams’ face sank and his voice grew colder, “Can’t you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Williams. I … I understand.” Not yet knowing what she had done wrong, but the attitude and the look in Neal Williams’ eyes called to her with trepidation. Not daring to say another word, she pulled the door open with her head down and went out.
…
Andrea Jones froze in the doorway, shaking all over.
The document, in the hand has been pinched a wrinkled, the heart of the hand is a steady stream of cold sweat.
Sammy Jones is right, reality will always hit you hard, so all she has to do is hold her head up high . She was never the one who did anything wrong, and she didn’t need to run away like a sinner with her tail between her legs.
“You look bad, you’re shaking all over. Is everything okay?” Zoey Baker asked worriedly.
Olivia Scott came out of her office with a disdainful glance at Andrea Jones, who straightened her back and ignored her presence, only returning Zoey Baker’s words, “Thanks, I’m just a little cold.”
The tone of voice, very calm, calm and somewhat out of order.
After saying that, she pushed the door and walked into the office without looking back.
Zoey Baker cocked her head at the slim back and asked Olivia Scott, “What’s going on?”
With Neal Williams’ warning, Olivia Scott didn’t dare to say anything else, but couldn’t help but sneer at her, “She’s that white girl!”
Zoey Baker paused for a moment, lifting her eyes to glance at her and lecturing her with a stern face, “Don’t chew the fat.”
Olivia Scott’s heart became more and more indignant when she was admonished again, but remembering Neal Williams’ words, she could only hold back in silence, not daring to say more.
This woman, in the end, why can Mr. Williams protect like this?
…
From the moment Andrea Jones entered, Neal Williams’ eyes were fixed on her. She approached, spread the papers out in front of him, and spoke in a cold, flat voice: “Please, Mr. Williams!”
The line of sight, always fixed on the document, did not have to move half and half.
Neal Williams sat there unmoving. Thin lips opened and closed, he wanted to say something, but, his throat was like a cotton stuffed, so he could not breathe.
“Mr. Williams, please hurry up.” With another prod, she woodenly took the pen and woodenly shoved it into his hand.
The tone of voice is undulating, without any hint of emotion.
Neal Williams’ fingers were stiff and the pen in his hand was a little unsteady. Even grasped twice, only to hold the pen firmly, and did not care to look at the contents of the document, heavily underlined a stroke.
The tip of the pen, piercing into the paper. He pauses, takes a breath, and then quickly writes the rest of the stroke.
After the last stroke, he ‘snapped’ the pen and threw it hard on the paper.
“Thanks.” Andrea Jones reached out again, woodenly, to close the file and take it away, and in one swift motion Neal Williams held her hand down. Skin to skin, he could clearly feel the shiver she couldn’t hide.
“Andrea Jones …” He looked at her with a complicated expression.
“Mr. Williams, please behave yourself!” Andrea Jones reacted strongly and swatted his hand away, raising her eyes with disgust.
He was stunned for a moment, came around from his desk, and with one long leg, he reached her.
“What just happened, I can explain!”
“No need!” A trembling voice, slightly raised. She was about to lose her composure.
“If …” he looked down at her from above and spoke, his voice dark, “if you want me to forget about today, I can pretend I didn’t hear anything.”
“No!” She shook her head, her slender body so fragile that it looked like it would collapse at any moment, but she stubbornly tensed there, like a warrior woman who could not be defeated, “I’m not afraid of people knowing. This is the truth! This is a fact that I can never escape! I was raped, but so what? I didn’t do anything wrong, so why should I be taunted and looked down upon?!”
She shrieked and lifted her scars, her body shaking like a falling leaf in the autumn wind.
The more she tries to hide it, the more it becomes a weak point to be attacked by the enemy, so she would rather tear it apart with her own hands.
She gritted her teeth and choked back the fog in her eyes, “She can’t hurt me! Already in hell, not afraid to fall back into it.”
Neal Williams was so shocked by her words that he couldn’t speak, and his heart felt like a boulder was pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.
By the time she returned to her senses, she had already grabbed the papers and pulled the door open to leave at a fast pace.
Looking longingly in the direction she disappeared, Neal Williams’ hands at his side squeezed tightly, and the next second, suddenly and violently grabbed the pen on the table and threw it hard against the wall.
The snow-white wall was cut with a long black line, hideous and abrupt, like a wound.
This is the wound one leaves her …
I thought she was doing well for the past six years, but I didn’t think everything was just what he thought.
What did his frivolity take away from the girl six years ago?
Grabbing the phone, he dialed directly to the floor, “Get me Garret Miller!”