But now Amanda Smith was here, and he eagerly hoped she would accompany him, yet Amanda still shook her head, "No."
She was reminded of the discussion among a few employees in the printing room; she had done nothing, but was already labeled a 'vixen.' If she were to go upstairs and have lunch with Samuel Johnson, she'd be gawked at even more.
She could see that the employees of the company held Samuel Johnson in high regard… and she didn't want to cause others to gossip about him because of her.
Amanda's stance was very firm, and Samuel Johnson had no way to convince her at the moment. He sighed resignedly and nodded, "Alright then."
He picked up the desk phone to call the kitchen staff, ordered a few of Amanda's favorite dishes, and they had lunch together.
After lunch, Amanda needed to take a nap. She was now like a cat that had to spend a dozen hours sleeping to have the energy to deal with everything upon waking up.
