Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

The delivery date is approaching day by day, and the time that was previously lenient has become urgent after Winnie’s long recuperation time.

Winnie sighed, fortunately the injury was not Blanca Roach, otherwise it would have been really difficult to complete the setting of those stones by hand.

Three days after the party, Winnie started to work and Blanca Roach stayed in Winnie’s office, the two of them occasionally chatted and the work atmosphere was good.

Blanca Roach was about to join the last gold thread between the stones when she heard a noise outside the door.

Immediately afterwards Isabel came running over, “President Roach, a group of people are coming to our studio with something, they say they are from Empire Group.”

“Matthew Grant?” Blanca Roach frowned and put down the jewel in her hand, put it away and locked it up in the safe, she was really cautious every time.

She put the design away before going out to see what was going on with Isabel.

The studio happened to have a large empty room, which was now full of people, and a large desk on the right.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Blanca Roach remembered what Matthew Grant had said about “never leaving”.

“What’s this, did Matthew Grant ask him to move it?”

Blanca Roach had met all these people, they were all Matthew Grant’s assistants and secretaries.

Seeing the president’s wife all sitting up, the male assistant closest to Blanca Roach replied, “President Grant explained that the entire Empire Group president’s office was moved to this office.”

“You guys go back, I have other arrangements for this room.”

Blanca Roach was confused by the sudden arrival of so many people.

The assistant’s face was difficult: “Sorry, we follow the boss’s orders, you’d better discuss with President Grant, as long as President Grant let us go, we’ll pack our things immediately.”

…

The assistant smiled and spoke without condescension. Blanca Roach wanted to write down his work card, but thought better of it.

Matthew Grant’s group of secretaries and assistants all look the same, only Matthew Grant’s head, others either smile and dismiss, or pretend not to hear.

Damn.

Blanca Roach: “Where is he?”

The assistant’s eyes glanced behind her, “President Grant.”

“Hmm.”

Matthew Grant smiled wickedly and wrapped his wife’s waist around him as he walked out the door.

“That’ll be inches away.”

Once by the hallway window, Blanca Roach nudged Matthew Grant away, keeping to a normal conversational distance.

“Stop, stop, stop, you’re moving all your offices here, what a hassle that is over at Empire Group.”

“No hassle, computer exchange.”

“Then …” Blanca Roach feels awkward, sticking together at work and after work, no personal space for everyone.

“So… so did you bring Curtis Irwin too?”

“You care about Curtis Irwin?”

Matthew Grant wondered what was going through Blanca Roach’s mind, shouldn’t she be asking him about her husband at this time, why Curtis Irwin?

Matthew Grant was not happy.

Blanca Roach was busy explaining: “No, you see, we are an old married couple, and if we see each other at work and after work, I am afraid you will get tired of seeing me, and your assistant and my assistant are also a couple, so it will affect the work.”

“No, neither one is a problem, I won’t get tired of it, and as for the two of them, I can give Curtis Irwin a vacation.”

Matthew Grant was serious and determined, as if he would let Curtis Irwin lose his job as soon as Blanca Roach gave her the nod.

It’s just that, Blanca Roach smiled harder than a bitter melon: “Forget it then, that’s it, I think it’s fine.”

“Well, I think so, too.” Matthew Grant narrowed his smiling eyes, how to look bad.