Last night dragged out the hotel late and drank a lot of wine.
When Blanca Roach arrived at the studio halfway through the day, she sat in her office chair still feeling a bit of a headache.
She looked through the piles of documents in her mailbox, nothing particularly important that she needed to sign and go over, but just some account filings and summaries.
After the conference, even her work was much easier.
Amelia stood outside the door for a while, carrying a lunch box with her hand-made sobriety soup in her hand.
She shouldn’t be so solicitous, but she always had to find out if Elizabeth Harris had said anything to Blanca Roach or not.
Otherwise, all her work would be lost.
The assistant standing next to her with the file glanced at her with a dismissive tone.
“Amelia, don’t stand in front of President Roach’s office and interfere with other people’s reports.”
“Who said I was fine.” Amelia glared back at her and snatched the file out of her hand, “I’m going in anyway, so don’t come in and get to work!”
“Amelia! You!”
Without waiting for her assistant to say anything else, she pushed the door in, slamming it shut in the process, isolating the sound.
Blanca Roach was startled by the sudden noise and looked up at the person who entered with a cold tone.
“What brings you here? Something wrong?”
“Um, yeah.”
Amelia squeezed out a small smile and placed the papers in her hands on the table to bring them to her, opening her lunchbox in the process.
“I thought Blanca you should have had a lot to drink yesterday, so I brought you some of the sobriety soup I made.”
Blanca Roach narrowed her eyes and changed her sitting position to stare at her, pursing her lips without saying anything.
These sudden attentive gestures were too deliberate after last night, and were clearly meant to test her.
If we want to know Amelia’s real purpose, the best thing is for her to act as if she doesn’t know and stay put, maybe one day she’ll show her tail.
She then gave a smile and tapped her hand on the table.
“I drank at home, and forget that the studio is not allowed to eat during working hours?”
“No, I …”
“It’s okay, Amelia you mean well, put the lunch box here, I’ll drink it when I get off work later.”
“Okay, I’ll put it next to you.”
Amelia re-screwed the lunch box and turned around with a cold smile on her lips for a change from her earlier panic.
So what if she was the wife of The Grant family, but she still had her fooled, and now she didn’t know that everything was her plan.
After she finds a way to get rid of Isabel, Blanca Roach will have only her by her side, and then everything will be much easier to do.
“Blanca, I put the lunch box here for you, don’t forget to drink it.”
“Good, nothing you can go out first, work well, after a while I will consider to transfer you.”
Blanca Roach smiled coldly and watched Amelia’s figure disappear at the office door, the last emotions on her face disappeared.
Originally, her suspicion of Amelia had not been so great, but after what happened yesterday, she couldn’t wait to come to her today to test the waters, but she was just too weak-minded.
Maybe, what happened before is not unrelated to her.
Just now suffering from the lack of evidence, everything is her guess, still have to wait for her own impatience to reveal the horse’s foot.
So now the most important thing is to pretend as if nothing is wrong and treat her well, not only well, but also doubly well.