Chapter 746: Chapter 717: Love in a Parallel Universe [039]
One hour later, Sylvia Langley returned, holding a tube of imported ointment, saying it would prevent scarring. She personally applied it on Sienna and took her out for lunch before sending her back to Vantage, then finally left.
Originally, she planned to head straight to the Forrester Family’s old mansion, but thought better of it. Simon Forrester needed to know about this, so she headed to the design office halfway.
When she arrived, Simon Forrester was having a meeting with the designers in his office. He saw her coming up the stairs with a menacing aura through the glass wall and assumed she had another unsatisfactory quarrel and was here to gather reinforcements. His scalp tingled and he felt rather uneasy.
Simon Forrester signaled to Harrison Rowe, "Let Ms. Langley wait for me in the next conference room." He then gave a few instructions to the designers present and left the office.
As soon as he entered the conference room, Sylvia Langley did not waste a second and vividly recounted the morning events at Vantage.
Hearing how Sienna was bullied by her superior, Simon Forrester was furious and turned to grab his car keys to go to Vantage, but was eventually persuaded by Sylvia Langley to calm down.
"Leo and those lawyers at Vantage got a scolding from me this morning, so they probably wouldn’t dare do anything now. When you have the time, go to Vantage yourself, make things clear to Leo, so they don’t keep bothering Annie in the future."
Simon Forrester asked, "Is the injury on Annie’s face serious?"
Sylvia Langley waved her hand, "The ointment’s on, it’s fine, just a small wound."
"Alright," he glanced at his watch, "If you have nothing else, head back early, I’ll pick Annie up from work later."
Sylvia Langley chuckled softly, "Bring Annie back for dinner tonight?"
"No."
With these two words, Simon Forrester returned to the office to continue the meeting. But worried about Sienna’s injury, he was distracted and decided to delegate tasks to Harrison Rowe, grabbed his keys and coat, and went to Vantage.
When he arrived at Vantage, there were still two hours before closing time. After parking his car, he went straight to the international department based on memory.
His personal and the design firm’s legal affairs were managed by Vantage, so he occasionally visited. Plus, being outstanding in appearance and related to Thomas Reed as cousins, most people at Vantage knew his identity. Thus, he went directly to the international department, unimpeded.
But after searching the large international department, he couldn’t find Sienna anywhere. He eventually asked someone who led him to her office.
Before knocking, he frowned at the surrounding environment. Sienna’s office was in the most inconspicuous corner of the floor, next to the restroom. Besides the constant foot traffic, being separated from the damp restroom by only one wall was unsuitable.
He was a bit displeased but understood that Sienna, as a newcomer in the workplace, couldn’t be too picky about her workspace, or else it would be focusing on the trivial over the essential.
"Knock, knock, knock," he lightly tapped three times with his index finger.
A clear voice from inside the door said, "Come in."
Hand on the doorknob, he adjusted his smile before opening the door.
The door opened, and the girl looked up from her desk, standing up in surprise, "Oh, what brings you here?"
"I came to discuss something with Thomas and decided to stop by to see you." He said, closing the door behind him.
Sienna smiled, welcoming him over to sit on a small couch opposite her desk, "Have you finished your business?"
"Not yet, I came to you first."
Sienna checked her watch, "It’s three in the afternoon, maybe you can finish in time to leave work with me."
He smiled, "That’s exactly what I came for, to pick you up from work." While saying this, his gaze briefly fell on the subtle marks on her left cheekbone.
He discreetly pulled her into his embrace, kissed her forehead lightly, and gently asked, "Is work hard?"
"Not really, I haven’t handled any cases on my own yet, just doing some support work. It’s not too stressful and not hard to talk about."
Upon hearing this, he frowned slightly, pondered for a few seconds, and asked, "In your field, what are the requirements for handling a case independently?"
"You must have a license; otherwise, there aren’t any other requirements."
"How about Vantage? Do they have their own rules?"
Sienna thought for a few seconds and said, "If there’s a rule, it’s probably that if the department head thinks you’re ready, they’ll assign a case. If not, they won’t."
A highly subjective judgment, potentially mixed with personal emotions.
Simon Forrester nodded, "I understand."
He kissed Sienna’s forehead again, patted her arm, and sat up straight, "I’ll go upstairs to talk with Thomas for a bit and come back down to pick you up later."
"Alright."
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Leaving Sienna’s office, Simon Forrester took the stairs up to Thomas Reed’s office. Just a few steps up, he ran into Thomas Reed coming down.
Seeing him, Thomas Reed was slightly surprised and puzzled, "What brings you here today?"
With people bustling around, lawyers and clients going about their business inside Vantage, Simon Forrester didn’t say much, kept a cold face, and left a line, "I need to talk to you," before continuing upstairs, hands in his pockets.
Thomas Reed guessed that he came because of Sienna and was unhappy about it but had no choice but to follow with a dark expression.
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Thomas Reed’s office was on the top floor of the building, spacious, furnished with expensive, high-end imported executive desks and furniture, as well as a set of vintage sofas imported from Britione that could accommodate dozens of people.
At the moment, steam was rising from a Yixing zisha teapot from the forties sitting on a camphor root tea tray, filling the room with the aroma of tea. Thomas Reed offered Simon Forrester a cigar.
Simon Forrester declined it, blocked it with a hand, and asked lightly, "Why don’t you let Lawyer Thorne handle cases independently?"
Thomas Reed lowered his head to light a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, slowly exhaled smoke, and through it, watched Simon Forrester for a moment, then asked in return, "How did you meet her?"
"Don’t change the subject."
Thomas Reed chuckled, leaned forward, flicked off the ash from his cigar, and said, "The department’s partner generally conducts assessments. It’s probably not time for her to handle cases independently, so she hasn’t been assigned any."
"I don’t believe you can’t see if she’s capable of handling cases independently," Simon Forrester frowned, "Of course, if you’re pretending to be blind and deaf, then black can be called white, her capability can be said to be incapability. After all, assessments are set by you, and you determine the results. Don’t you have an idea of what subjective proportion is involved?"
Observing his seriousness, Thomas Reed pacified him, "I’ll take care of this, you don’t need to worry."
Simon Forrester gave him a cold glance, stood up, adjusted his cuffs, and said flatly, "Handle it well."
