CHAPTER 2: CHAPTER 2: HE’S IN A PRETTY GOOD MOOD

On the first day after National Day, everyone’s workload relaxed, and many people began their vacations.

However, the company still had many workhorses on duty, such as Sophia.

Sophia didn’t let Ethan Sinclair drop her off right in front of the company building, after all, it was the boss’s car, and if someone saw it, there would be no way to explain.

She got off the car a little distance away and stealthily went to a pharmacy to buy morning-after pills.

Although she wasn’t sure if he had taken any precautions, to be safe, she took them.

At that moment, her phone started ringing.

It was her current boyfriend, Henry Quinn.

"Hmph—"

Sophia saw the disgusting name, and couldn’t help but curl her lips in sarcasm.

Henry Quinn and Sophia had been dating for five years, from university until now.

She was an academic prodigy, skipping several grades before meeting Henry, who was three years her senior.

Two years ago, Sophia moved abroad with her mother to live and study, and they had been in a long-distance relationship. However, Henry couldn’t handle the loneliness and got involved with her best friend back home.

Sophia never broke off the relationship because she didn’t want to waste emotions battling it out with them; she was planning a big move to hit them hard.

She didn’t answer and directly hung up. Just as she was about to lock her screen, she saw a new friend request on WhatsApp.

[Zane Sterling]

She froze, staring at it for several seconds, thinking she must have seen it wrong.

Under what identity was he adding her? The boss? Or a casual hookup?

She gritted her teeth and rejected it.

She was a fashion designer, only having been at Spectra Apparel for a year, and besides the director, she hardly interacted with any other leaders.

Spectra Apparel was the largest fashion enterprise in City A, with sales even reaching overseas. Usually, she wouldn’t even get to see someone like Zane Sterling.

Last night was an exception; this National Day’s fashion exhibition broke previous records, which was why he was there.

Message from the Design Department: [Meeting in the conference room in ten minutes]

"!!" Sophia hurriedly rushed towards the company.

——

Inside The Spectra Tower.

In the elevator, she bumped into her dear friend.

"Sophia, didn’t you say you hate wearing business attire the most? What made you decide to wear a business skirt today?!"

Her fellow designer, Lily Ellison, looked her up and down.

Indeed, Sophia didn’t like business suits.

She feigned composure, tugging at her clothes.

"To highlight my ’outstanding’ work, I have to put the real deal on display."

"Heh-heh..." Lily glanced at her front, then smacked her butt hard: "Whichever man marries you, they’re in for a great fortune!"

Ow—

It hurt, sis!

She gritted her teeth and stayed silent.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand appeared in the gap, stopping them.

Assistant Sinclair turned sideways, while Zane Sterling, dressed in an all-black suit, walked in.

Sophia and Lily sensibly moved to the side.

She swallowed, as Zane was standing right beside her, and Lily was directly in front of her.

She didn’t dare to look at him, unsure if it was the cramped space or the feeling of intimidation from him; she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

A blush crept from her ear to her cheeks.

They were so close, and it felt awkward to create more distance.

She could faintly smell the subtle scent of sandalwood on him, just like last night, very pleasant...

She bit her lip, trying hard to calm herself down, not to think about last night’s events.

Finally, the elevator stopped at the 28th floor of the design department, and they quickly scurried out.

"What a scare!" Lily held her chest and whispered,

"After last night’s dinner, I saw a woman in Mr. Sterling’s car. My god! You wouldn’t believe it, she was holding his neck and kissing him nonstop! And he didn’t reject her at all! Tell me, has our ascetic boss finally indulged?"

"..." Sophia’s face turned red immediately. Usually, she loved gossip, but now that it was about her, she couldn’t say a word, "Is that so."

"I later messaged Ethan Sinclair, and oh my, he’s really tight-lipped, didn’t say a thing." Lily put on her badge and organized her notebook.

Ten minutes later, everyone gathered in the conference room.

There weren’t many people since a lot were on vacation.

The meeting mainly focused on a summary of the recent event.

First, Director Wyatt Nash spoke, feeling quite confident and acknowledged about this event. Everyone said this year’s bonus would surely be the highest for him.

For some reason, Sophia always felt his intentions went beyond the event.

Under the guise of a summary, he just wanted others to flatter him.

Finally, his gaze landed on Sophia.

"The one we should thank the most is our Ms. Lowell; most of the clothing designs this year were hers, and her pieces sold the best too..."

Sophia smiled slightly, having heard these praises countless times last night, she didn’t want to hear his blabbering again.

Wyatt Nash’s abilities couldn’t be denied, but with his open and slightly reckless personality, he had a knack for getting things done, and many liked interacting with him.

But Sophia didn’t like him, as he always hinted at liking her, wanting her to swoon under his ’skirt’.

The meeting ended shortly, and Ethan Sinclair knocked at the conference room door just in time.

"Ms. Lowell, Mr. Sterling wants to see you in the president’s office." Ethan Sinclair said.

"..."

The whole room fell silent, and Sophia, who was dozing off in her chair, felt dozens of eyes on her.

The president’s office was on the top 30th floor, a place almost no one had been to since meetings were usually held on the 29th floor. The 30th floor was a mysterious place.

It’s known as—hell.

The last director who came out of the president’s office had his arm dislocated.

His previous assistant had his left leg broken and was carried out...

That’s why the young Ethan got promoted.

"Assistant Sinclair, do you know what this is about?" Wyatt Nash was obviously protective.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Ethan Sinclair.

Though they knew Ethan wouldn’t likely divulge anything, they still hoped to read something from his eyes.

"I don’t know." Ethan’s mouth was tighter than a stone, impossible to pry open.

"Got it." That blush on Sophia’s face lingered the entire morning, unable to fade, her mind filled with images of how wild he was last night.

"Ms. Lowell, you don’t seem to be doing well today, you’ve been red all morning. Want to take a day off?" Wyatt cared for all his subordinates this way, so everyone was used to it.

"No need, I’ll be back soon. But if I don’t make it, consider my office drafts your inheritance."

Sophia sighed, tidied her meeting notes, and walked out.

She got into the elevator with Ethan Sinclair; the 30th-floor elevator required facial recognition or a key card, making it difficult for most to access.

Ethan scanned his face, and the elevator rose slowly.

"There’s no one here. Can you tell me why he’s called for me?" Sophia was puzzled.

"He didn’t say much, but he seemed to be in a good mood."

Ha—

Of course, he was in a good mood; who knows how many rounds of ’fun’ they had last night.