Chapter 1226: Chapter 1226 Premise
Thomas Sanders was trying to walk past, but the assistant blocked the door completely, still smiling. "Manager Sanders, the President has instructed that after you deliver the documents, you don’t need to come upstairs anymore. From now on, you will work from the fifth floor, consider it a training. Whenever you are trained up, you can return to your original position."
"Of course, during this period, the General Manager position will always be kept open for you... provided no more suitable candidate is found."
Thomas Sanders: "..." I am truly grateful for that ’provided.’
Thomas Sanders retracted his gaze, which fell upon the assistant.
The number of assistants by Arnold Simmons wasn’t small, but this one had been with him the longest.
In ancient times, his position would have been akin to that of a chief eunuch by the emperor’s side.
He was rather good-looking, wore glasses, embodying the standard image of an elite; however, his facial expressions varied way too little.
Not charming at all.
Thomas Sanders moved to the left; the assistant did the same. Thomas Sanders moved to the right; the assistant mirrored his movement.
Just not letting Thomas Sanders go through.
After several attempts, Thomas Sanders, both tired and annoyed, waved his hand. "Forget it, coming later will be the same."
The assistant smiled, "President Simmons has already booked his ticket to return to the country and will be leaving shortly."
Thomas Sanders: "I feel the President really needs me, especially with the acquisition plan we had set..."
The assistant remained in place, "The President has already handled that matter, and it will be scheduled into the company’s agenda afterward."
Thomas Sanders was shocked. "Is he even human, managing love and work concurrently without anything getting in his way?"
Did he really believe what he said, worried his fiancée might be taken by somebody else?
Thomas Sanders felt he cracked it.
Satisfied by his curiosity, the idea of training on the fifth floor suddenly seemed not that unbearable.
*
Hayes Edwards was still idly chatting with Hannah.
When the topic turned to the new boy band, Hayes Edwards’s enthusiasm for gossip flared up again.
The boy band he was previously part of had disbanded two years ealier, just after Smile 9 broke up.
Since leaving the band, Hayes Edwards felt much more relaxed.
"When you’re doing well, they say you’re stealing the spotlight; when you’re doing badly, they taunt that you’re just a forgettable face. No matter what, it never seems right. These boy bands and girl bands just don’t work for us, and who knew that after all these years, they’d make a comeback."
Hayes Edwards was leaning on the table, clutching Hannah’s mirror without letting go.
Loving it too much to set it aside.
After speaking, he looked up at Hannah standing on the balcony, "Speaking of which, we were kind of the senior artists to this whatever ninemen band. You’re not helping them because of that, are you?"
Hannah glanced over, smiling, "Why are you such a gossip?"
Hayes Edwards propped his head, looking at the pitch-black night behind Hannah, "I’m just a bit sentimental. Dreams are such a nice thing; how come they get corroded by money."
Hannah leaned back against the balcony rail, reaching her hand out to catch the cool night breeze, "No matter what, it’s an opportunity for them. As for money, no one can really stay away from it."
Hayes Edwards nodded, "True."
Whether it’s labeled as financial maneuvers or rehashing the old, there are always people who, despite knowing the truth, try their absolute hardest.
Even though ... the chances are slim.
Dreams are like stars hanging in the sky, unattainable, but as long as they keep twinkling, there will always be people desperate to pluck them down.
This year’s autumn seemed to arrive particularly early; it’s only the end of September, and the night air is already chillingly cold.
