The new international project signaled Ford Corporation‘s rise in the near future,
not just as the most powerful organization in the country but also as a major player in the international
market.
Because of that, new customers flooded in when the news of the project broke out.
In other words, Weston could not afford to turn these businessmen away –
he was obliged to treat them well.
“Let them in,” he finally decided after a long consideration.
Stella‘s eyes widened in disbelief. She glared at Weston. What was he thinking, letting the guests in wh
en she was still down here?!
Weston seemed to be able to guess what was on Stella‘s mind. He reached down and patted her head
to reassure her, but to his surprise , she slapped his hand away and even bit his finger.
“Ow!” Weston groaned under his breath. He grimaced and pinched her cheek as a warning not to do th
at again. Daisy noticed his strange expression and asked, “What‘s wrong, Mr. Ford?”
“Nothing,” replied Weston with a straight face. “You can
let them in now.”
“Yes, Mr. Ford...”
Shortly afterward, a group of people–
foreign businessmen and some other partners of Ford Corporation–entered the office.
Stella had planned to sneak out once Daisy left, but to her dismay, there was not much time between
Daisy‘s exit and the entrepreneurs ‘ entrance. As soon
as she tried to step out from under the desk, she could hear the approaching footsteps from
the door. Resigned, she settled back down under the desk and waited there quietly.
Weston shot her a quick glance and had to suppress his laughter when he saw her crestfallen look.
Stella noticed this, and it gave her a naughty
idea. She crawled on her knees towards Weston and bit one of his fingers dangling under the desk.
Weston frowned and smacked her head lightly. He never knew that she could be this fiendish. But as h
e looked down, all he could see was Stella kneeling quietly under the desk while gazing up at him
with big, innocent eyes.
This time, Daisy was sure that she heard a suspicious sound. Even everyone
else in the room could tell that something was going on.
“Is there something under the desk, Mr. Ford?”
“Not really,” Weston denied, withdrawing his hands from under the desk. “It‘s just a cat.”
“A cat?” one of the guests responded in astonishment. “I never knew that Mr. Ford was a cat person!”
Daisy joined in the laughter too.
“Why have I never heard that Mr. Ford is the kind
that likes cats?” she commented. The overly familiar tone she was using roused some suspicions in St
ella.
“You‘re only my secretary,” Weston replied bluntly as he flipped through a document. “It‘s completely no
rmal that you don‘t know much about me.”
Daisy‘s expressions quickly turned sour.
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