Oliver shrugged his shoulders and his hands toward the girls in an attempt to apologize for the ruckus she had made.
Oliver entered Grace's room and found her boss busily sorting through the pile of files on her desk as if she didn't care about his presence.
"Excuse me, ma'am. You asked me to come with you, right?" asked Oliver in a voice that he made as sweet as possible with the intention of softening Grace's troubled heart.
"No, I didn't. Your room is next door. Why did you even come in here?" Grace snapped without lifting her face from the pile of files on the table.
"Didn't Ms. Grace herself ask me to come with you?" Oliver really didn't understand the mindset of this boss he had only known for one day.
"No! I never said that! Don't be a big man!"
"Ms. Grace is angry with me, isn't she?"
It seemed like Oliver had gone too far this time.
Grace stopped her hand movements and looked up at Oliver with fiery eyes.
"You're really stubborn. It's not enough to tell you once. You better go to the next room and do your work!"
Oliver took a few steps toward Grace, and they exchanged glances for a moment.
Oliver knew that he had to be more restrained around Grace. For that reason, he decided not to say the sentence that was already neatly arranged on the tip of his tongue.
He really didn't want to get too involved with Grace. Moreover, Grace's status is his superior.
Instead, a sweet smile spread across Oliver's face to overcome the awkward atmosphere between them.
A small smile suddenly appeared on Grace's face as she tried to put on a fierce face.
No matter how hard Grace tried to hide that smile, Oliver's sharp eyes caught it.
"Alright then. My room is next door, ma'am. Excuse me, Ms. Grace."
Oliver excused himself to go to the next room before Grace started making trouble again.
After Oliver entered his room, Grace dropped her back to the back of the chair. Her gaze was now looking up at the ceiling of the room.
Grace's face was beaming with happiness.
'What's going on?' she thought, pretending not to understand what was happening to her.
She rose to her feet, exiting the room with light steps. Without realizing it, she was humming a love song.
Grace went to Carla's room to give a report on the new PR Manager.
"So, he's already working right away?" said Carla after hearing Grace's lengthy description of her new staff.
"Already, ma'am. I really can't wait to see him work as PR Manager. I'm sure my new recruit will make our company more advanced and number one in the whole country...."
Grace passionately expressed her admiration for Oliver's talent and foresight. Then she asked if Carla would like to meet and get acquainted with the new staff.
"Sorry, Ms. Grace. I don't think so. I'll see him tomorrow."
Carla glanced at the pile of files in front of her with a lethargic look.
Understanding the gesture, Grace decided to excuse herself before being shooed away by Carla. Grace returned to the Public Relations Department room.
Upon entering the room, Grace found Oliver chatting with Lyra. Her face immediately turned dull.
As a new employee, Oliver seemed a little difficult and didn't understand something in the file he was working on, so he asked Lyra for help.
Of course, Lyra enthusiastically helped Oliver, giving him the explanation he wanted.
Grace didn't know anything about this. Before she knew it, she was already burning with jealousy. Grace's chest was heating up like a stove being turned on.
Grace stepped away quickly, then stood with her arms crossed Lyra and Oliver.
"Is the courtship over yet?" she quipped with a sardonic look at Oliver and Lyra.
"Who's dating, Miss?" Oliver said, not accepting Grace's accusation.
"You are not allowed to dating fellow PR Department staff, or I'll fire you!"
Grace did not pay the slightest heed to Oliver's question. Ridiculous jealousy had gotten the better of her.
Instead of being scared or something, Oliver smiled mischievously.
"Oh, staff can't date each other, ma'am?" said Oliver, making Grace roll her eyes.
"Yes. Isn't that clear?"
"I can't date fellow staff. Who can I date, ma'am?"
"Don't ask me when I'm talking!" Grace roared with anger.
Grace's hand swung toward Oliver's cheek.
Oliver leaned to the side to dodge and reached out with the intention of blocking Grace's slap. Grace's body now swung forward.
And... the result was fatal for Grace. Because Oliver's hand that swung forward violently cupped Grace's breast.
Like an arrow that was right on target, Oliver's palm tightly cupped the round mound on Grace's chest in front of the entire PR Department staff.
Grace's face immediately turned bright red and a moment later turned purplish.
'What a mess!" thought Oliver.
He quickly withdrew his hand and took a few steps back while swearing continued to pour out of Grace's mouth. Naturally, she was angry. She felt harassed in front of her own staff.
"Insolent! You dirty brain..." Grace only stopped when she was out of breath.
After a few deep breaths, she spoke up again.
"Are you guys looking around?! Get back to work everyone!" Grace roared angrily as she cast her eyes around the room.
Cleverly, Oliver took advantage of this to escape Grace and went to his own room. He was safe. Grace didn't call him or anything.
****
Later that evening at home, after dinner, Oliver saw Carla taking a call from someone on the front porch and seemed unconcerned with his presence.
Oliver had been waiting for Carla since earlier. He wanted to tell her that he had been hired as the PR Manager.
Although he was disappointed, Oliver took it in stride at first. After all, he was used to Carla being cold to him. However, his mood changed when he heard Carla's spoiled tone while talking on the phone.
Nervousness and curiosity forced Oliver to approach Carla.
Carla didn't realize that Oliver was standing behind her and could hear her conversation clearly. Oliver's blood ran cold when he found out who Carla was calling.
Jealousy flared up and burned Oliver's chest like a fireball from hell.
'God Damn it!' Oliver shouted to himself. His hands were clenched into fists.
The voice of the man talking to Carla was familiar to Oliver. It was Andrew, Carla's ex-boyfriend.
"... okay, we'll have dinner later and Pardon My French... yeah, don't worry. I won't be late... hmmm, don't forget to dress up nice..." Carla's voice sounded spoiled and coquettish in response to Andrew's teasing.
A moment later, Carla giggled. He didn't know what exactly Andrew said to her.
That's enough!
Oliver growled angrily inside.
He went forward and grabbed Carla's cell phone, and threw it into the garden.
Continued...