To the Love of My Life

Chapter 151 - 151: 151: Eat It (9)

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The Director of the Technical Department finally left the president’s office with a dejected face on the verge of tears. Shortly after, the news of Mr. Burton being in a foul mood today spread like a sensational scandal throughout the entire company. From the receptionist on the first floor to the executives on the top floor, everyone was on tenterhooks, cautious, afraid to make any mistakes that might touch Steve Burton’s nerve. The atmosphere was overwhelmingly oppressive.

With half an hour left before the end of the work day, there were already five urgent files piled up in front of the secretary-general.

Holding the files, the secretary-general went to the door of Steve Burton’s office and knocked gently.

There was no sound from inside. Gathering her courage, the secretary-general opened the door, only to find the office eerily quiet. Steve Burton was not at his desk; he was standing by the French windows, motionless, staring at the setting sun outside the window, lost in thought.

Steve Burton at that moment seemed to have lost the irritability and forcefulness he had before. He emanated an inherent grace and nobility, looking like a refined and elegant gentleman.

Ms. Taylor, holding the files, carefully walked up to about three meters behind Steve Burton and then stopped. In a low voice, she said, “Mr. Burton, these are the urgent files that need to be handled.”

Steve Burton, with his back to Ms. Taylor, showed no reaction.

Ms. Taylor stood in place with the files, just as she thought Steve Burton wasn’t planning on responding to her, his figure suddenly moved lightly. He turned around, not even sparing a glance at Ms. Taylor, walked straight to his desk, and picked up a signing pen.

Ms. Taylor hurriedly walked over, handing over the files.

Steve Burton signed his name on the document without uttering a word.

Ms. Taylor quickly packed up the files: “Mr. Burton, I’ll go out first.’

Then she quickly turned around with the files and fled.

Just as Ms. Taylor was about to push the office door open, Steve Burton from behind suddenly spoke, his voice sounding slightly tired: “How long is Ruby Gregory’s leave?”

Ms. Taylor stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and didn’t dare to look at Steve Burton, she truthfully responded: “Ruby has taken sick leave, she didn’t say when she will be back at work.”

After a pause, Ms. Taylor asked, “Do you want me to call her now and ask?”

“No need,” said Steve Burton faintly, his face expressionless.

Ms. Taylor silently left Steve Burton’s office, and then reached up to touch her heart, finally allowing herself to let out a long sigh of relief.

Inside the office, Steve Burton stared at the cleaned and packed lunch box on the coffee table for a while, then stood up, picked up his car keys, and walked out of his office carrying the lunch box..