NovelAppChapter 180 "Mr. Smith, do you have any information about the big boss?" I was desperate for sclarity, even just knowing his nwould help. Grant glanced up at me, "Interested in the big boss now?" "Yeah, he's too mysterious. It makesreally curious," I admitted honestly.
Grant had just finished grinding the coffee beans and took a sniff. "Amazing." Then he looked at me, saying, "Letmake you a cup." "No need," I was too intrigued by this enigmatic big boss to care about coffee at the moment.
Grant lifted the freshly ground coffee towards me, "These beans are a gift from the big boss himself. Are you sure you don't want to try?" "I'd rather meet the man than drink his coffee," I shared my thoughts.
Grant just laughed, offering no words.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis laughter was puzzling, leavingconfused, "What's so funny, Mr. Smith? Is my request too much, or is there something amusing?" Grant shook his head, "Not too much. I'm just amused by how the big boss has charmed you without even showing his face. Such a troublemaker." I was speechless.
But I knew Grant was just jesting. As he placed the coffee in front of me, I went straight to the point, "If you're worried I'm after his fortune, just showhis resume. Letget to know him a bit." "That's not happening," Grant rejected, which was kinda expected.
I smirked sarcastically. "And why not?" Grant appeared genuinely helpless, "The big boss wouldn't approve." "Why wouldn't he?" I felt Grant was beating around the bush.
"He's afraid of attracting the wrong kind of attention," Grant said as the aroma of the coffee invaded my nostrils. Having honed my taste in elite coffee with the Wagner family, I knew this coffee was top-notch.
This big boss was no ordinary man.
"Even Director Hudson wouldn't know, our big boss is a genuine heartthrob. Not just for you ladies, but even I get...distracted every tI see him," Grant said without a hint of embarrassment.
to It was clear tonow, Grant's roundabout way of speaking had one purpose: to tellmeeting the big boss was out of the question.
Although I was curious about this big boss, there was no point in further, especially if it made t think I had ulterior motives.
"Ms. Hudson, try this coffee. After one sip, you won't like any other coffee," Grant tried to tempt me.
I smiled faintly. "In that case, I'd better not. If it's that good, I won't be able to afford it in the future." With those words, I got up and headed out.
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"Director Hudson, are you sure you don't want to try? just anyone Don't regret it later," Grant called after me. Stepping out of Grant's office, I let out a sigh of frustration. The annoyance was courtesy of Conrad and now, Grant.
Despite his harmless appearance, that man could be infuriating.
Back in my office, I tried to dig up information on the big boss, but it seemed like o like everyone who had joined the company had only seen Grant, Mr. Smith. No one knew there was a big boss, much less met him. Could this big boss be a figment of imagination, a ploy by Grant himself to mess with me?
Just as I was pondering this, Deborah's call cthrough chem voice algjast breaking, "Felicia, it's bad. Something's happened." Ashburn > X
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