It was just a regular meeting for a work report. Labor Day was coming, and the director of each department began to make a work report to Joseph. The new product was going to be launched, and the marketing department was fighting a fierce battle while the public relation department proposed to improve the publicity plan for new products, which required the marketing department to provide some data.
"Indeed, our department could only provide the keywords for design," said the director of the marketing department.
The director of the public relation department furrowed his eyebrows as he heard this. "You have to understand that the keywords are still from our department. How could we start our work if you are reluctant to cooperate with us?"
The director of the marketing department then turned to Joseph and said, "Mr. Dover, it is not appropriate for me to release any information about our new product."
After hearing this, Joseph turned to Bella and said, "Bella, the design principle, as well as the blueprint, could not be released now."
"Mr. Dover, our department is working under great pressure. All the media outlets focused on our new product, but I know nothing about the product," said Bella, who tried to change his mind.
"I will ask Daisy to give you publicity material," Joseph replied shortly.
Bella had no other choice but heaved a sigh.
Irish just kept silent in her seat, but she was confused about Joseph's attitude toward the new product of this quarter. Generally speaking, the public relation department should have propagated the new design principle as well as the blueprint of the product. But why is it this time it becomes strictly confidential?
But it had nothing to do with her, and Joseph was the only decision-maker.
Roy wasn't present today. It seemed that he had asked Joseph to take charge of the Runestone Group for him completely. Roy was busy with his coming wedding.
'What should I do at Cassie's wedding since I keep such an embarrassing relationship with Joseph?' Irish wondered and was lost in her thoughts.
"Doctor Irish, I need your psychological report for this quarter as well as the psychological intervention plan for next quarter," said Joseph abruptly.
She was still absorbed in her thoughts, so she didn't react immediately until someone patted her shoulder to remind her. She looked up but happened to look into his eyes. Her heart began to beat quickly.
"I have finished them," Irish was a bit embarrassed. But Joseph's eyes still looked cold.
When Irish was about to hand the files to the secretary who could help her hand it to him, Joseph instantly snapped, "Hand it to my office this afternoon."
Shocked, Irish looked at him, but soon, he then added, "Hand it on by yourself."
Startled, Irish nodded since she felt that he looked so serious.
Cassie took leave to prepare for the wedding. At noon, only Irish was left alone. For two weeks, she was just guessing that Joseph might be at the company, but that day she confirmed that he was there. So as soon as lunchtime arrived, she went into the elevator and went out to eat.
She found psychology both boring and tiresome.
Yes, she hated herself like this.
She just didn't expect to get out of the elevator while the other elevator was open in front of Irish.
Joseph came out and stopped at the elevator entrance.
Irish stopped, and her heart jumped.
But the next minute, she understood why Joseph was standing at the elevator entrance.
Soon, from the elevator, a girl came out.
Perhaps it was a bit crowded in the elevator, so she came out with a wrinkled face and complained to Joseph. She looked sweet and delicate. Because Irish was away from them, she could not hear what the girl specifically said, but she clearly saw that Joseph looked at the girl's lips with a smile, and his side face was gentle and affectionate.
Irish stood stiffly, leaving the crowd around her downstairs to hit her on the shoulder. She looked from the crowd at Joseph's tall figure from afar, and the girl snuggled up to his side.
The two of them went into the door with talk and laughter, and there was a great deal of sunshine at the door, shrouded in the figure of the two.
That girl was Rosy.
She was affectionate with Joseph, and they were like a couple in love.
Irish would never forget her.
Her heart was cold, and her fingertips were numb. She bowed her head and clasped her fingers hard, only to find that her whole hand was trembling.
She was overthinking. She thought he was waiting for her.
She muddled to the door, only to see Joseph's car drive away.
She stood in the dazzling sun, but there was a gust of cold wind creeping into her bones.
Irish, what did you want? I thought you didn't trust him. Weren't you hesitating about him? Well, he had gone at present, and another woman was around him. Could you put it down?
Irish kept asking herself, but her heart was really in pain.
Her fingernails dug into her palm, and Rosy looked delicately sweet inside her head.
She admitted that she could not stand Joseph being good to other women.
She couldn't stand it at all.
Even if she just thought about it, it hurt like a knife gouging her heart. A big hand took her hand.
Irish suddenly reacted and looked back, but it was Leo.
She tried to ask him why he came but could not speak out, and her throat was choked.
Leo bowed his head and let her open her palm. Her palms were bleeding, and the edges of her nails were stained red with blood.
He looked up at Irish, and his eyes were full of pity for her, reached out to wipe away the tears on her cheek and whispered, "Look at you, you hurt yourself, and finally, you couldn't help crying."
Yeah, she hurt herself.
Then, she cried.
****
The lunch location was near Manhattan Mall, and it was convenient for them to return to work. Irish did not eat much, taking a few mouthfuls.
Leo also did not ask her to eat more.
"I heard about Jordan. He's still on the team. Joseph hasn't sent him abroad, but I don't know if he can participate in the race!" Leo told her.
Irish breathed and took a sigh of relief when she heard the news.
Thinking of the quarrel that night, she asked Leo about Jordan's kidnapping.
"At the age of 15, Jordan was kidnapped, and the kidnappers asked for a ransom of $300 million from Joseph, and he was asked to cede mining rights to one of the drilling mines in South Africa; otherwise, the kidnappers would tear up the ticket," Leo told her.
Irish's heart was raised, "And then?"
"Joseph, who was in South Africa then, ignored the kidnappers' request." Leo's tone changed.
Irish was stupefied, how was it possible?
"You can't believe it, huh?" Leo took a sip of his red wine and chuckled. "But that was what Joseph did at that time. He told the kidnappers that he would not take out a penny, let alone give up the mining right to drill. As for Jordan, he said that if they wanted, they could kill him."
"Is there a misunderstanding? Or did Joseph call the police? Or just to delay time?" It was Irish's first thought.
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