After attending the shareholders' general meeting, Jordan returned to New York overnight. How hard he trained, there could be imagined even if she didn't see it with her own eyes. When they were at the training ground, they probably won't pay attention to the outside world, but she was happy to receive this call that day.
Jordan and Joseph had a common point, that was, on ordinary days, they were not very good at expressing their feelings. The common saying was good words would be hard for them to say. At this point, Jordan performed incisively and vividly because of his age. So, she was glad that he had said such words that day.
Irish told Jordan to train well, not to be disturbed by other things, but also stopped his idea of flying back to New York. When the call was over, Irish opened the real-time road checker app, which showed that traffic was blocked in a mess.
The traffic made Irish more unhappy.
Irish directly got out of the car and walked.
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In the Runestone Group, when the setting sun shrouded, some departments were off duty.
When Irish appeared at the secretary's desk, Daisy was telling the secretary about the next month's schedule, and the secretary was very careful to record, looking up to see Irish.
"Dr. Irish." The secretary got up in a hurry.
Daisy then noticed her. Seeing her tired, she came forward to ask, "Are you all right?"
Irish shook her head and asked, "What about him?"
Daisy pointed at the upstairs conference room and said the meeting was still underway.
"I want to wait for him in the office." She felt so tired that she just wanted to find a sofa and lie down for a while.
Daisy hurriedly took her into the general manager's office and personally took a cup of coffee for her, putting it in front of her and asking softly, "Should I tell Mr. Manager?"
"No, don't disturb him."
Daisy heard her refusal and had to give up.
"How about your schedule? Are you on a business trip?" Irish remembered what had happened just now.
Daisy said Joseph had arranged for her to accompany Bowen to travel.
Irish wondered why he had to arrange her business trip with another boss.
Daisy hesitated and said that the general manager's attitude had been very firm, and she was his assistant, so she could only listen to his arrangements.
"If he had sold you, would it be okay?" Irish thought of Bowen's appearance as a Northern man, tall, slender, and rough, so he had no lack of female lovers.
Of course, there was only Joseph in her heart, and other men were also in her eyes. Now, she thought of Bowen, who was also excellent.
Did Joseph want to match up Bowen and Daisy?
Though thinking, Irish naturally would not say it loudly. And when Daisy heard her words, she smiled and said, "I do not have value, so it is not necessary."
Irish also smiled, said nothing more, and only told her to be careful outside.
Then Daisy went out.
There was only Irish left in the huge office.
She nestled on a black sofa and looked up to see the curved desk across the street, where Joseph worked day after day. There were cigars on the coffee table, a brand he smoked, and she didn't understand cigars but was infatuated with the faint smell on his shirt after he smoked. He rarely smoked a cigar in front of her. Of course, the strong smell was a little choking as it spread out.
Everyone had troubles, like Joseph and her.
She was wondering, was it wrong to come here as she did? She came to him when she was upset, so what about when he was upset? After the meeting, the sunset outside the window had fallen, and the night fog made the glass hazy.
After coming out of the conference room, Daisy told him that Irish had come to the office, so when he went back to the office to see her lying on the sofa, he put his pace lightly.
That day was supposed to be her day in the Linkus. Generally speaking, she left the office and headed home.
Putting the files on the table, Joseph sat by the sofa and looked at her face through the faint light in the room.
She looked a little tired and slightly pale, with a pillow on the sofa. A pair of high heel shoes was on the carpet, and her ankle bones were a little red. If he looked carefully, there was a little blood.
Joseph frowned and reached for her foot gently, wanting to see it clearly. He just touched her, and she woke up.
"How did your foot get hurt?" He asked.
Irish did not speak, she rose and embraced him, nestled in his arms like a child.
Needless to say, Joseph also knew that it must be a work thing, putting his arm around her, becoming the harbor of her dependence. And then he said, "When you are in a bad mood, your hands either scalded or your feet hurt. Irish, you cannot punish yourself."
But Irish still felt bad, tightly clutching his shirt, silent.
Joseph noticed that she was in a really bad mood and let her rely on it. After a long time, Irish only opened her mouth, and her soft voice was weak, "Do you have to deal with the work?"
Joseph put his arm around her, freeing a hand to look at the time, "There are two documents to be processed, so I still need half an hour."
"Can I just lie here and watch you work?" she said pitifully.
Joseph touched her head. "I'll handle it tomorrow. We'll go home."
But she shook her head. "I just want to see you working." Her voice choked a little.
She startled Joseph and hurriedly lifted her face. Then she felt her eyes red.
"All right." He hastened to agree.
Irish put her head against his shoulder and felt depressed. Joseph also did not know how to comfort her, whispering, "Can you tell me what happened?"
It shouldn't just be for hearsay.
Irish bit her lower lip hard and said, "I quit my job."
"Linkus."
Irish made a sound and then said, "Professor Tim asked me to cooperate with the association to do an assessment, but I really don't want to do it. So, I felt angry and resigned."
"And then depressed?" Joseph always smiled and indulged her.
Irish didn't speak and bit her lips.
He reached out to save her lips from her teeth, smiling softly. "Now that you've made a decision, let it go."
"Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" Irish raised her eyes and looked pitifully at him.
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