"Ethan's point of view,"
"Ethan, I want to meet the girl who had the guts to slap you in front of everyone."
The next morning, as I finished eating breakfast and was about to leave for the office, Grandpa's words stopped me in my tracks.
Why they have discussed everywhere Stella Parker around me since I returned from California.
Why Grandpa wants to meet that cocky woman baffles me.
"I don't know about her, Grandpa; I'm running late for work."
Without looking at him, I replied firmly and left the house. I know I shouldn't have reacted so impolitely to Grandpa's remarks, but it left me with no other choice. At all costs, I must prevent my grandfather from meeting Stella. She is simply my business rival, and I only want to see her lose. She is not someone I can introduce to my family.
Oh, Jesus, why do I keep thinking about her even though I don't want to?
Ever since I met her, it feels as though she has hacked my thoughts.
What is it about her that causes me to think about her so frequently?
I had never thought of any human before this, but Stella has entered my mind in such a way that she is not taking the name of coming out.
Perhaps I can't stop thinking about her because she insulted me in front of everyone by slapping me after she beat me in a racing game.
Without a doubt, this is the cause; otherwise, what else could it be?
Your male ego, however, cannot accept the fact that she is superior to you in every aspect since you are so impressed by her.
As a result, you think about her constantly. My great subconscious must always speak against me.
What makes Miss Parker so unique that my subconscious has grown to love her so much?
"Good morning, Mr. Woods." In the middle of my discussion with my subconscious, Steve's voice broke in.
"Good morning, Steve, my wonderful personal assistant." It reminded me of the entire last night incident when I saw him again.
"Steve, I need a letter of the termination right away." Before he entered my office, I once gave him a furious glance.
"A letter of termination?" His expression grew question-filled at the sound of my command.
I became thrilled as I watched him become completely perplexed.
"Mr. Woods, I have prepared a letter of termination under your instructions, but whose name should I type on it?" He asked quietly while adjusting his glasses.
"Steve Johnson." I glued my gaze to the open file in front of me while I responded.
"What?
But why?
What have I done wrong that you feel the need to fire me?" When he heard me, his face showed a definite look of fear.
"Don't you realize what your fault is?"
I was thoroughly enjoying his terrified expression.
"Sorry, Mr. Woods, I purposefully did not tell your grandfather anything because he threatened to fire me if I did not give him everything. There was no choice but for me to keep my job." He responded by swallowing his saliva.
"You now believe that I'll pardon you for snooping on me and telling my grandparents about my stories." As I gave him a full-body look, I forced on my eyebrows.
"I apologize, Mr. Woods; I did nothing I did on purpose." His eyes gave me the impression that he might cry at any moment.
"Stop your emotional drama; you know well that I dislike discussing the details of my personal life with anyone.
Since you are my PA, you have to ensure that any information about me stays private at all times."
"I assure you, Mr. Woods, that I won't make the same error again." He assured me with his words and his looks.
"Okay, but this is your last chance." As I spoke, I gave him a warning look.
"You may rely on me, Mr. Woods: The next time, I'll respect your privacy completely." He stated this while placing the file on my desk.
"Steve, why did you show the business magazine to my grandmother?" I inquired as I opened the file in front of me.
"Because I keep getting requests from your grandmother to confirm with me whether you're dating a girl. She wants you to settle down in your life as soon as possible by getting married." I glanced away from the paperwork when I heard him and gave him a careful look.
No one would guess he was my PA based on the tone of his voice. Instead, I perceived him at the time as a lawyer that my grandma had sent to me.
"Steve, it's hard to imagine from the way you look right now that only five minutes ago, you were pleading with me to spare your job."
"Sorry, Mr. Woods." His usual countenance changed once more to one of fear upon hearing my icy voice.
"It would be better not to make a mistake than to continually apologize to me. Stop wasting my time and let me know if John could track down the land's owner." I asked in a furious tone.
"Yes, Mr. Woods, a girl living in California's name, recently received ownership of the land. We haven't yet been able to fully learn who the new owner of the land is because the transfer process was kept so confidential. However, our team is making every attempt possible." My rage completely overtook me as I heard Steve's statements.
"I pay you people a salary so that you may work and not just come to me and tell me stories. Tell everyone involved in the project that tomorrow will be their last day at Woods Construction if I don't meet the landowner by then." He heard me and immediately froze in his spot out of fear.
"Get out of here so I can concentrate on the pending work."
He quickly left my office after hearing me.
By the speed of his steps, it looked like he was impatiently waiting for my permission to leave. Because of Steve's stupidity, I occasionally become frustrated with myself. My mood has been severely affected. I need a break before I can get back to work.
I loosened the tie around my neck and turned on my gaming computer. Thankfully, I still have to confront the cold devil today. I have a great opportunity today to exact revenge for that day's defeat. I was giving the Cold Devil my best shot, but once again, my idiotic P.A. entered my office screaming with excitement, causing me to lose the game.
"Mr. Woods, we've found the land's owner."