Nelson ate elegantly, even a simple sandwich seemed a pleasure to watch, and he did so without pretense.
Callie was somewhat stunned, noticing the corners of his eyes lifted slightly as he remarked, “Tastes ordinary, not as good as it used to be.”
She was surprised; did that mean Nelson had once lived a more ordinary life? But wasn’t he supposed to have been pampered from birth?
“Is that… true? You’ve had these before?”
“A long time ago,” Nelson reminisced, not elaborating further.
Callie, sensing the delicacy of the moment, didn’t pry further. She turned away to view the beautiful scenery below, a liberating feeling of overseeing the world.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The night view must be even more spectacular.”
Nelson sipped the coffee, its richness as Callie had described.
“Do you like it?”
“I do, but I imagine staying here too long would feel lonely,” Callie hugged her knees, sighing, “After all, it’s just you alone enjoying these views.”
At her words, Nelson paused in his chewing, a stir of emotion in his heart.
She was the first woman to enter his private rest area and the first to voice the loneliness he had harbored for years.
Yet, in that moment, Nelson felt a rejection, no, this person shouldn’t be her…
“What do you know? Have you figured out how to leave yet?”
Callie snapped out of the reverie, “Oh no, it’s almost time. If Skye sees I haven’t clocked in, she’ll definitely give me trouble. Ah! There goes my perfect attendance this month!”
Could anything be more despairing than being present at the company but unable to clock in?
“Who’s handling the beverage company project? Did Skye decide who to assign it to?” Nelson suddenly recalled this minor detail.
“Not yet, she probably wants to handle it herself.”
Callie had tried but to no avail.
Nelson leaned back on the couch, his shirt collar open, a trace of languor evident, “This new director of yours, I hear she’s not very well-liked. Why haven’t you complained to me?”
Callie laughed, “I’m not a child, and besides, would you believe everything I say? If someone as important as you was biased, she wouldn’t have been appointed design director, right?”
Her insight was refreshing. Nelson stood up and walked to the wardrobe to put on a coat, “Stay here, don’t come out without my order.”
He left, and Callie dared to take a proper look around.
Large, at least 150 square meters, it included a wardrobe, a minibar, a bathroom, a bedroom-everything one might need.
Calling this his second home wouldn’t be an overstatement.
Her legs numb, she crawled onto the couch to sit and wait for instructions.
In the office.
“Take this document to Pran Capital. The details on the contract need another review.”
Nelson instructed as Cora took the document, unable to resist sneaking a glance at Nelson. His expression remained unchanged.
He had rarely stayed overnight in the rest area recently; why last night…
“Any more questions?”
“Oh, no, I’ll go right now.”
“Call the rest in; I have instructions for them.”
“Okay.”
Including Cora, four people from the secretarial department, all skilled in coordination.
They entered the office, feeling a reverence for the detached man before them.
“Mr. Oconnor, you called us.”
Nelson nodded, “You go to the PR department and bring me the new project’s publicity plan.”
“What’s going on with finance? The new quarter’s report hasn’t been submitted yet. Go push for that; I want it today.”
“And venture capital, tell Alexis to find a suitable investment or the whole team can pack up and go home.”