8

Jennifer.
In the meeting room, I hurried to locate the owner of the other company. I pushed open both sides of the doors and was relieved to see Mr. James still there, waiting for me.
“Oh my god! I was getting worried. Thank goodness you’re still here,” I exclaimed, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.
“Yes, I was waiting for you. Any news?” Mr. James inquired, his expression curious.
“First, I am Jennifer, the new assistant of Mr. Tomas. It’s nice to meet you, sir,” I introduced myself as we shook hands firmly.
“Can I sit, sir?” I asked, gesturing towards an empty chair nearby.
“Yes, please, Miss Jennifer,” he replied, motioning for me to take a seat.
“Thank you, sir,” I said, settling down and looking attentively at Mr. James.
“Mr. James, I have successfully convinced Mr. Tomas to sign the agreement,” I announced, a sense of pride swelling within me.
He smiled widely and clapped his hands, turning to his employees with a look of approval. They seemed equally hopeful.
But I quickly interrupted his celebration. “However, we need to change some points in these agreements, Mr. James,” I stated seriously, my tone shifting.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Which points, Jennifer? Please tell me,” Mr. James urged, leaning forward with interest.
“First, we will maintain the old name of Mr. Tomas’ family company. I have a reason for this: he is a devoted son who remains loyal to his parents. You should be thrilled to have him as your partner,” I explained, emphasizing the importance of family loyalty. “Second, we will not fire any employees. Instead, we can hire new ones to bring fresh experiences to the company. This approach will enhance the company’s reputation and boost sales, as we help our long-standing employees support their families. Third, according to Mr. Tomas’ shares, he will own 70% of the company, which grants him the right to control all operations without interference. This is in accordance with the law,” I concluded, locking eyes with him. His employees appeared annoyed but remained silent, clearly recognizing that I was speaking from a place of authority.
“Now, sir, I’m finished. You can either accept the agreement as it stands or not-it’s your choice. But I know you will accept. No one can afford to reject a partnership with Mr. Tomas; he is the best businessman in the country, and everyone in this room knows it. So, what’s your decision, Mr. James? I’m eagerly awaiting your reply!” I asked him confidently, feeling a surge of empowerment.
He regarded me intently, then stood up and approached my seat. “Deal, Miss Jennifer. I accept this agreement. I accept the deal,” he said, extending his hand to shake mine.
“That’s great, Mr. James,” I replied, unable to hide the huge smile spreading across my face.
“I will go and inform Mr. Tomas about the good news and tell him to come and sign these paper agreements,” I said, rising from my chair.
“Okay, Jennifer. We will wait for him. By the way, Tomas must be so proud of you. You are the best assistant he could ever have,” Mr. James praised me, and I felt my cheeks flush with warmth. I bowed my head slightly in gratitude. He was a gentleman, and I had no issues with him. He treated all his employees with respect. I just wished that Mr. Tomas would start acting more normally and drop the facade of arrogance; deep down, I sensed he was a good man. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the fact that I was developing feelings for him, which both excited and scared me. It was no wonder that all women fell for Tomas Charl.
I nodded and smiled. “Thank you, sir. It’s my pleasure to work with the best businessman in the country,” I said sincerely as I left the conference room to find Mr. Tomas.
I rushed toward Mr. Carl, my heart racing with excitement as I prepared to share the good news. It was my first day on the job, and I had already made a significant impact by closing my first deal.
“Mr. Carl? Mr. Carl?” I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the hallway.
“Yes, Jennifer?” Mr. Carl looked up at me, his expression intrigued.
I chuckled lightly, barely able to contain my excitement. “Everything is done now. They will make some changes to the agreement. Please tell Mr. Tomas that they are waiting for both of you in the agreement room,” I informed him.
“Nice work, Jennifer. That’s fantastic news! But how will Tomas handle Maya after all this?” Mr. Carl asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
“He will, Mr. Carl! Believe me!” I said confidently, drawing on my growing understanding of Mr. Tomas.
“Okay, I will find him now, Jennifer. But are you not coming?” Mr. Carl inquired, tilting his head.
I shook my head. “No, Mr. Carl. I did my job. Please allow me to rest here in the hall for a bit,” I replied.
“Alright, Jennifer. Take a break,” Mr. Carl said with a supportive smile.
I laughed lightly and strolled toward the hotel lobby, raising my arms to stretch and taking in the fresh air. The atmosphere felt invigorating.
As I wandered back through the hallway, I noticed a piano gleaming in the corner!
“A white piano! What a beautiful design. I know it’s German,” I muttered to myself, instantly drawn in by its elegance. I approached the piano, captivated by its presence.
My eyes widened as I leaned closer to examine the instrument. “I know it! It’s made in Germany in the mid-century. It’s one of a kind, a special edition crafted for one of the greatest pianists of the century,” I mused internally, feeling an overwhelming appreciation for its craftsmanship.
I sat down on the piano bench, feeling an inexplicable urge to play. My fingers began to dance over the keys, and I lost myself in the music, having not sung in over 15 years. I closed my eyes, allowing the melody to envelop me, completely oblivious to the world around me. It felt as if I were on a deserted island, utterly alone but at peace, the music flowing through me like a lifeline.
As I played, the notes filled the lobby, creating a soft, enchanting atmosphere. I could sense people turning their heads, intrigued by the unexpected performance. But in that moment, all that mattered was the music. Each note expressed emotions I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in years, and I relished the freedom it brought.
Lost in the rhythm, I poured my heart into the melody, letting the piano resonate with my hidden feelings. The world outside faded away, leaving only the sound of the keys and the warmth of the music that wrapped around me like a comforting blanket.