Joyful Restaurant...
Sean noticed some ornaments on the table when he was switching channels with the remote control.
"Who bought this bouquet of lilies?." Sean monologue himself gruffly. He was in a bad mood.
"Come in!" He said when he heard a knock.
"Boss, What's up?." Sasha with a small smile entered the room.
"Why are you here? What is that?." Sean noticed the blue breakfast bag in Sasha's hand.
"Your breakfast!" Sasha replied.
Nonchalantly, Sean told her, "Just place it on the coffee table."
Shaking her head, Sasha strode to the table, and carefully placed the bag. "Seems like it is true!." She mumbled.
"What is true?" Sean held up his glass and took a sip of water.
Sasha hesitated for a moment. "Is she pretty?."
Sean was rendered speechless for a moment before he snapped, "It's not like that."
Sasha crossed her arms in front of her chest. Watching the changing expressions on his face, She curved her lips. "Maybe she had a rocking body!."
"Do you want to move out right now?." Sean raged in a sharp tone.
Sasha blinked at Sean's words then broke into a wide grin after it dawned on her. "That was thoughtless of me. Forgive me."
"That snail Patrick will die in my hand today!" Sean huffed indignantly.
"He is already dying. That's why I deliver the breakfast to you." Her lips tugged up with a smile.
Sean trained his gaze on Sasha. She wore a suit, and the top of her white shirt inside was unbuttoned, revealing her beautiful collarbones. "Now Sasha Jones looks like an office lady. I almost forget your delivery girl looks." Sean smirked.
Sasha twitched her lips into a cold smile. "Are you looking down on me?"
Looking at Sasha's questioning gaze, Sean leaned back in his chair. "I am complimenting you."
"Okay. Have some breakfast. I need to go." With that Sasha left the room.
Sean then eagerly tore the cover open and wolfed the food down ravenously as if he had been starved for days.
"She won over me with smiles....." Sean mumbled and leaned into his chair again.
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Sasha was sitting at her desk, carefully sorting through the documents when Owen knocked on her desk and looked at her with a smile. "Sasha, Bring the analysis report to me."
"Sure, I'll deliver it to your office right away." Sasha gave a professional smile.
Sasha retrieved the report and walked to Owen's office. She knocked on the door and went in after he answered.
She handed the report to Owen but when he received the documents, he deliberately held her hand.
Feeling disgusted, Sasha withdrew her hand immediately.
"Sasha, I'll be frank with you. From the first day you arrived, I thought you were beautiful and talented. If I'd given you a few more opportunities, you'd have no problem getting a raise or a promotion."
When Owen said this, he sounded rather proud and arrogant. His tone was as if he owned PKs GROUP.
"Thank you for your kindness. Is there anything else?" Sasha maintained a calm expression.
"Don't you understand what I mean? I didn't ask you to come in here to talk about the report. I want you to be my woman."
Owen stretched out his hand and grasped her shoulder whilst wearing a disgusting smile on his face.
Immediately, Sasha pushed him away and stepped as far away as she could. At this point, She was utterly enraged.
"Please have some self-respect. If other staffs come to know about this, it wouldn't be good for your reputation."
Owen's expression changed after hearing Sasha's words. His sharp glare landed on her. But Sasha merely straightened her back, completely unafraid of Owen's gaze. She gave a last look at Owen before rushing out of his office without saying another word.
When Sasha returned to her seat, her emotions were going through a rollercoaster ride. She felt a sting in her eyes.
21st floor, Director's office.
"Come in!"
Hearing the voice coming from inside, Clark straightened his back and pushed the door open. The man inside there was reading a document with his head lowered, not looking up even when Clark entered.
"Director Shore, The Finance department says the budget for the Advertising department is too high," Clark reported before handing the documents over to Ryan.
Ryan's brow furrowed slightly as his fingers tapped his desk. "Inform Logan to hire one special assistant Accountant," Ryan said as he glanced through the information before tossing the papers back to Clark.
Twenty minutes later, Mathew entered Ryan's office.
"Good morning! Sir."
Mathew squinted his eyes as he heard Clark's cautious voice. "What's wrong? Did Ryan throw you another difficult task?"
"No, Sir," Clark replied like a robot.
Ryan lifted his head when he saw his office door open.
"How was your date?." Mathew asked with a grin. Ryan showed an amazed expression at Mathew who had his shoulder perk up with pride.
Ryan stood up nonchalantly and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. He then remembered the sensation when he held Sasha's hand yesterday.
Mathew accidentally overheard the conversations between Sasha and Jennifer. He then immediately informs Ryan to try his luck.