The next morning, Rafael sat in the meeting room discussing things with his team.
Afterwards, he got up and walked back, and as he passed through the corridor, a cleaner was mopping the floor and he was lightly bumped, and the cleaner apologized repeatedly.
“No rules at all, the president is entering and leaving, and they don’t even avoid him?”
The old butler followed behind Rafael and said unhappily.
“This isn’t the old days, there aren’t that many rules,”
Rafael said nonchalantly, walking straight ahead. When he reached the window, he spread his palm out, and inside was a small piece of paper.
He opened the note, and inside was a string of addresses.
This meant that the chaebols had finally decided to take action. They would never let go of an opportunity to bring down Enrico.
Rafael pushed open the door to the room with an expressionless face, walked to the desk, leaned casually against it, picked up the lighter on it, and lit it, burning the note in his hand.
The fire lit up instantly, and finally extinguished into a black wire, falling into the glass lamp.
Since they had decided to take action, the next step was to see if he could trick Paige into going to the designated location.
Paige.
Rafael’s eyes behind the lenses darkened, and the corner of his lips slowly curled up in a mocking arc.
“Bang.”
The bathroom door suddenly opened.
Rafael looked up, and his smile froze on his lips.
Carrie walked out of the bathroom wearing a black long dress with suspenders. Her exposed skin was stained with water, white and delicate, and the stains disappeared into the edge of the collar, revealing the undulations.
Carrie had always been cast in roles that didn’t require much brainpower. Apart from the fact that she had no background and was a good actress, there was another reason, and that was that she was very proud of something…
It is well expressed in the picture.
At this moment, Carrie just walked out with a towel covering her wet hair, her face still seemingly smoking with heat, and crashed straight into Rafael’s eyes.
“…”
The muscles in Rafael’s body suddenly tightened, even more so than in the gym.
“Why did you go back to your room?” Carrie looked at him strangely.
In order to act like a couple, the two of them had always shared the same room but not the same bed, but after all this time, they had gradually grown accustomed to each other’s presence, so Carrie didn’t feel any problem about being caught in the shower, only wondering why he had returned at this time.
“Why are you taking a shower at this time?” Rafael could only avert his gaze and sit down at the desk.
“I just went out for a couple of laps,”
Carrie said, drying her hair with a towel, her collarbone moving with her movements, the water stains swaying.
Rafael silently took off his glasses.
Very good.
Still useless.
For the first time, he realized that his vision could be so good without his glasses, with its own filter. She looked even whiter, like she was glowing.
Carrie sniffed the extra smell in the room, “What are you burning?”
“Nothing, a little tobacco,”
Rafael said nonchalantly, looking at the residue of the cigarette paper in the glass jar. He had a plan in mind, and lifting his eyes to Carrie, he said, “Enrico has placed all his men at the presidential palace. Find a way for Paige and I to meet, and ask her to intercede.”
Upon hearing this, Carrie paused in her hair-brushing action. ‘Finally realizing the gravity of the situation? Who told you to be so righteous when you’re wrong?”
“Do you want to find a way?’ Rafael frowned, looking a little displeased.
“Yes,” Carrie answered.
“That’s fine, I’ll let you know the address when I’ve decided.”
With that, Rafael stood up and walked out.
He hurried back in and hurried out again.
I don’t understand.
Carrie watched his back as she continued to dry her wet hair. As soon as Rafael turned around, she let her long hair fly, sending up a shower of water that vanished before it hit the floor, as if nothing had happened.
Only the line of her neck was beautiful and lingered.
“…”
Rafael raised his hand and loosened his collar, saying coldly, “Remember to lock the door when you take a shower in your room in the future!”
“I locked it,”
Carrie looked at the bathroom door.
“I said the door to your room!”
Rafael’s tone worsened.
Carrie was a little displeased to see him suddenly change his face, ‘So should I lock the door to the Presidential Palace as well?”
Rafael was taken aback for a moment, and then said, ‘If you’re not afraid of that night happening again, you go ahead.”
With that, he lifted his foot and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
This guy, his temper is getting worse and worse.
And he keeps bringing up that night.
It’s inexplicable.
Carrie frowned, about to brush her hair, and when she looked down, she saw her loose collar, which gave her a full view of the scenery from her own perspective.
“…”
Her ears suddenly turned red, and she suddenly understood what Rafael meant by that.
He can’t be thinking that she’s trying to seduce him, can he?
Carrie was depressed.
…
The towering buildings of the Gustin Group stood.
In the secretary department, everyone was busy passing documents from one to the other. Suddenly, Jaden, with a serious expression on his face, walked quickly down the corridor outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
“Jade is going on another field trip? She’s made four or five trips like that today,” one secretary couldn’t help but say.
Another older person laughed and said, “Now that the CEO’s office has a better assistant, Jade naturally has to do fieldwork.”
After that, everyone laughed knowingly.
The current assistant is Mrs. Gustin, of course she is better than Jade.
Just as they were talking, there was a knock on the door.
Everyone turned their heads and saw Paige standing in the doorway with a calm expression. The group panicked, hurriedly stood up, and nervously greeted, “Assistant Paige.”
They had been caught gossiping.
It was over.
“Why are you so panicked? Don’t you think I’m a good assistant? Are you mocking me?”
Paige gave a faint smile, with no trace of annoyance in her eyes.
“Of course not. Of course not,”
the group hastily waved their hands.
Functionally speaking, Paige is much more useful than Jaden. During the few days she has been here, she will do their work as well, but after she is done, she will always carefully review it.
She will point out small problems and directly and unceremoniously send big problems back for revision. As long as they are sincere and revise quickly, she will say nothing.
Once it is handed over to the CEO’s office, she will only discuss business and never report on them.
Unlike Jaden, she basically never reads them, and just sends them straight to Mr. Gustin. Every time they deliver something they’ve made, they’re terrified for the rest of the day, wishing they could take two heart pills just to get through it safely.
“Has the bank report been sent over?” Paige asked as she walked over.
“It’s here, I’ve already organized and marked it up,” a secretary quickly picked up a thin stack of documents and handed them to Paige.
“That fast?” Paige looked at her appreciatively and flipped through the documents.
Of course it was fast.
In the past, they were always afraid of making mistakes, but now that Paige had parachuted in, they no longer had to worry about Mr. Gustin’s wrath falling on them one day, so they were much more confident and the error rate had decreased.