And he, unhurriedly, continued reading the entire poem in an astonishingly smooth tone.
Dashton Xandra couldn't help but be astonished. He had initially thought this pretty boy, who resembled like a vase, could at most fool someone. However, this accent pronunciation is indeed top-notch.
Even though——
He didn't understand the meaning behind it.
He just knew it was French.
"What's the name of this poem? I'd like to hear it translated." Dashton Xandra was intrigued, his eyes shining with interest.
Yet, Yvonne Finley interjected.
"Alright, his level is good, if there are no better candidates, let's hire him." She didn't look at the man who sat indulgently on the side, only felt her throat itching, her ear tingling, and unconsciously raised her hand to touch her earlobe.
Caleb Baker slightly turned his head lazily, not missing any of her small movements.
He knew.
She understood.
Daston Xandra nodded absentmindedly, "His level is indeed quite good… but you don't want to listen anymore?"
He really wanted Yvonne Finley to listen, to experience the kind of… remarkable untamed sexiness radiating from this man while he recited socialist core values in a pure English accent.
Even he, as a grown man, was barely able to contain himself.
What kind of environment would produce such a handsome man?
If he didn't know any better, he would have thought he was reciting some sweet nothings that made one's ears burn.
Armed with such a naturally beautiful voice, he had already won half the battle.
To further test his level, he only then asked him to read a poem in French.
How nice it was to listen to.
Why doesn't the boss want to listen anymore?
"As long as you think he's good, that's fine."
Yvonne Finley didn't offer any other opinions, turning around to pour and drink some water.
When her back was to them, she exhaled softly— this was now the second time she had been tempted by this young man.
Could it be because she had been single for too long?
He clearly hadn't done anything, yet she felt agitated.
Dashton Xandra scratched his head, looking over at Caleb Baker, handing over an item, "Then congratulations on getting the job. Here is your temporary work pass for the gallery. It's nine to five, and you'll need to do some translating, explaining, exhibition planning, and handling of the boss's personal affairs. Got it?"
As Caleb Baker received the item, he responded, "Personal affairs? A personal assistant?"
Dashton Xandra: "...Well, not necessarily, our boss is very disciplined."
Yvonne Finley: "...…"There's no need for you to make such a thorough explanation.
Caleb Baker gave her a thoughtful glance, and from his throat came a soft chuckle that was hard to figure out.
When it hit their ears, they felt somewhat unsettled.
Without saying much, he asked, "Does it include meals?"
Yvonne Finley couldn't help but take another look at him.
Was he... that poor?
Dashton Xandra: "You'll receive housing and meal allowances."
Caleb Baker stood up, looking at his phone. A faint flush could be seen under his drooping lashes, seemingly still sleepy, unable to get rid of his fatigue, "Hmm, I'll start work tomorrow."
With one stride of his long legs, he was ready to leave.
He took another glance at Yvonne Finley, who was turned away from him, and casually dropped a line: "Your French is quite good."
Having said that,
Only then did he leave.
Yvonne Finley touched the rim of the ceramic cup, turned to look in the direction of the door, and forced a laugh.
She felt surprised.
His keen mind had pierced directly through her feigned calmness.
Dashton Xandra didn't understand the subtle atmosphere between the two.
Could it be, in front of him, they've had some profound brainwave communication?
Was there?
"What did he mean by that?"
Yvonne Finley took a sip of warm water and asked thoughtfully, "Was it your idea for him to recite that poem?"
Dashton Xandra was taken aback: "He originally started reading the socialist core values in English, but I thought reciting that was too common. So, I had him read some emotionally-charged foreign masterpieces. What was the name of the one just now?"
Even though he didn't understand.
He knew Yvonne Finley should know.
After all, their boss was a highly talented individual.
"It was a…," Yvonne Finley calmly stated while heading to her office, "love poem by Tranströmer."
Dashton Xandra: "...?"
His scalp tingled, and he quickly opened a browser to search for answers.
In the end, he came to understand the original text of the poem that Caleb Baker had recited.
"......"
He had actually thought Baker's recital was exceptionally noble, classy, entrancing, figuring it must be some renowned work with extravagant rhetorical figures.
Turns out it was a dirty poem...
Dashton Xandra looked at the translated version.
After a long while, he finally grumbled feebly, "...how did he dare."
He asked him to recite something heartfelt, not something 'intense' in feelings.
A few seconds later, Dashton Xandra reacted as if confronting a sudden realization, indignantly crying out, "Oh my god? He just recited this obscene poem to me, is he..."
"Flirting with me???"
What an unexpected turn.
It made Yvonne Finley, who was walking ahead, go: "......"
Feeling deeply 'offended', Dashton Xandra broke into a cold sweat.
He spun around, chasing after Yvonne Finley in a confused and dissatisfied pursuit, rattling on, "Boss, are you really going to hire this guy? He's too frivolous!"
Composing his speech, he squeaked, "According to my 32 years of judging individuals, I suddenly have this odd feeling about him, like... Let me think." Two seconds later, "Like an intuition that he's not a good person!"
A cultured rogue!
Upon hearing these words, Yvonne Finley chuckled, walked to her drawing board, selected a craft knife from the pen holder, and began carefully sharpening a pencil.
"Didn't you say his skill is quite good? Why complain now?"
Dashton Xandra responded in an incredulous tone, "That's before I knew what he was reciting was a dirty poem! It's outrageous. He even made me run errands for him, if we really hire him, it would be like inviting trouble!"
Yvonne Finley softly laughed, "Well, it's just a short-term position, for just two months. We only need to look at his capabilities, nothing to fear. Or are you afraid he'll take me away and no one would pay your salary?" She smirked, "As for flirting... don't worry. Given his divine looks, his aesthetic standard must be pretty high. You're safe."
"Boss!"
"Alright, I'm just joking, I know what I'm doing."
Yvonne Finley patted Dashton Xandra's shoulder, a comforting gesture.
Dashton Xandra opened his mouth to protest, then finally resigned with frustration.
His boss, if nothing else, is too easy-going. He'd never seen her get angry. It seemed like nothing could evoke her negative emotions.
Dashton Xandra glumly left the room, looking like a depressed dog.
Yvonne Finley continued to enjoy her musically enchanting music box, playing an English song.
After she had carefully sharpened all the pencils.
She zoned out for a bit.
She belatedly realized something.
She returned to the computer and brought up Caleb Baker's detailed resume.
The second line showed his age, 23 years old.
"So young..." she murmured unexpectedly to herself.
Continuing, she discovered that his highest level of education was high school.
No college?
Yvonne Finley was even more surprised.
Continuing to peruse the resume, at the very end, she found a line that was seemingly overlooked by Dashton Xandra, presumably because she had asked him to give Baker a chance at the last minute. And now…
'From 2019-2020, he had a two-year prison record in Ogatheon.'
The light from the computer reflected in Yvonne Finley's eyes. There was a moment of stasis.
----He's been to prison?
What crime did he commit?
In that case, he hasn't been back in the country for long.
This revelation truly surprised Yvonne Finley for a while, but she found it a bit unexpected. This kind of experience, he would mention it directly on his resume.
He didn't shy away at all.
This kind of openness gave her an eerie sense of boldness.
Yvonne Finley quickly calmed her thoughts.
She closed the window at once.
For some unknown reason, she let out a slight sigh.
Only 23 years old, and his life has already been full of such ups and downs.
No wonder...
He is so poor.