The Exhibition Company had sent over the exhibition plan for Vera Wave to confirm, and she also had to personally select the hotel for the press conference...
Next, it was another busy day.
After visiting several hotels and finally confirming the location for the press conference, Vera Wave didn’t return to the company until dusk, dragging her aching legs.
The other staff in the office had already left for the day. After telling rlin Bradley and the others to pack up and leave as well, Vera Wave retreated to the sofa in her office, where she removed her shoes and massaged her aching legs.
A soft buzz sounded from the phone on her desk. Puzzled, she checked her bag, then got up and walked over to the desk, fishing out her phone from beneath so docunts.
No wonder she hadn’t heard her phone all day; she’d forgotten it.
The phone’s screen displayed more than a dozen missed calls and a text ssage from "Headliner"—Kris Cooper. The text ssage contained only three words.
"Return the call"
Just three words, yet they conveyed anger and dominance.
Vera Wave quickly dialed back. This ti, the call connected.
The mont it did, Kris Cooper’s voice ca through, laced with distinct anger.
"So, you finally rembered to call back?"
"I’m sorry, honey, I... I went to look at hotels and left my phone at the office."
"Why don’t you just lose yourself too?!"
Vera Wave chuckled.
"If I got lost, where would you find a wife? Isn’t that right, my dear husband?"
On the other end of the line, the man gritted his teeth. When he spoke again, his tone had softened considerably.
"Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
"Then what are you waiting for? Go eat!"
"I... don’t want to."
Vera Wave responded weakly. She was exhausted, and with sothing weighing on her mind, she had no appetite at the mont.
Kris then asked, "Tommy Taylor told you called him early this morning. Did sothing happen?"
"It’s hard to explain over the phone," Vera said. "Aren’t you coming ho tonight?"
On the other side of the call, Kris Cooper glanced at the half-finished code on his computer screen.
"et downstairs at our usual place in half an hour!" After hanging up, he took off his anti-radiation glasses and stood up. "I’ll fix a few small bugs first; I’ll work on this code when I get back."
A ga is like a vast empire; it can’t be perfected overnight. The beta testing stage is for discovering and fixing flaws, so the first few days are naturally the busiest.
All the technical staff and custor service representatives were working overti. As the company’s CTO, Kris Cooper naturally couldn’t be absent. But he still felt uneasy about not checking in at ho.
Tommy Taylor ca over and handed him the car keys.
"Shall I drive you?"
"No need. You keep an eye on things here. Call if any problems arise."
Taking the car keys, Kris Cooper strode out of the technical departnt’s office.
He drove away from Glimr and arrived at the alleyway entrance by the Ashton Building. In the distance, he saw a small figure sitting on the curb, a large backpack on, her arms wrapped around her knees, her chin resting lightly on them.
Amidst the people bustling by, she appeared so lonely and pitiful.
After hundreds of unanswered calls, Kris Cooper had initially been a bit angry with her. But the sight of that little figure sitting by the roadside instantly lted his anger, leaving only tenderness.
He steered the car out of its lane and pulled up alongside Vera Wave. Stopping the car, he reached across and opened her door for her.
Vera Wave saw his car and got up with a smile.
BANG!
Her head hit the car doorfra.
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