Chapter 1588: Chapter 1587: Deliberately Distracting Enna Clark
Less than ten minutes had passed, and Enna Clark had already arrived at Lawrence Headquarters.
“Good day, Secretary Clark,” the receptionist greeted her promptly upon seeing her.
With a slight upward curve of her lips, Enna Clark politely returned the greeting, “Good day.”
Then she headed for the elevator.
She was going to the President’s office, so she took the Exclusive Elevator directly. Initially, this elevator was installed with a fingerprint recognition system and could only be ridden by Baron Lawrence. Later on, soone imperiously added her fingerprint too, hence it beca accessible to just her and Baron Lawrence.
Since it could save ti by going directly to the 66th floor, Enna Clark certainly didn’t want to waste ti stopping at every other floor.
Two minutes later.
“Ding—” The elevator chid, announcing her arrival at the desired floor.
She had just reached the door to the President’s office, not yet knocking to enter, when Baron Lawrence’s assistant ca over, looking rather hurried, “Secretary Clark, didn’t the President say you were feeling unwell and wouldn’t co to the company today?”
Baron Lawrence had even asked for leave on her behalf?
Warmth spread through Enna Clark’s heart, but she wasn’t foolish enough to expose the lie Baron Lawrence had told for her, and she said with a smile, “I feel much better after a nap. Is President Lawrence inside or has he gone for a eting?”
With such a significant issue at hand, Baron Lawrence must be very busy, possibly in another eting.
In any case, these past few days, his etings had been so nurous they were countless. On average, there was one every half hour.
“So that’s it. The President is inside.” The assistant seed hesitant to speak, his expression anxious, as if there was sothing pressing on his mind. He glanced at her, then suddenly, as if struck by a thought, said, “Ah, right, Secretary Clark, you’ve arrived at the perfect ti, could you help , help the President, make a cup of coffee? I need to run to the Project Departnt for an urgent matter and can’t stray far. The President has requested coffee, and I cannot trust anyone else with this, only you.”
Seeing his genuinely rushed deanor, Enna Clark thought he needed to urgently get to the Project Departnt, and coffee brewing wasn’t a big deal, so she agreed, “You go ahead, I’ll make it for you.”
The assistant breathed a sigh of relief and before leaving, looked earnestly at her and instructed, “The President prefers his coffee brewed longer, so Secretary Clark, rember to brew it a bit more.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll be off then.” He left, looking back three steps at a ti, seemingly worried.
Enna Clark watched him leave before turning and heading to the pantry.
Having spent so ti in the Planning Departnt, she knew its pantry was already quite large and luxurious, but it still paled in comparison to the President’s office’s. In addition to being larger, the pantry of the President’s office offered an array of complintary pastries.
All varieties of expensive coffees were also freely available for the taking.
Enna Clark found the exclusive coffee beans that Baron Lawrence had bought from abroad, poured a bit into the coffee machine, added water, pressed the button, and then sat down to wait.
It was only after she sat down that she rembered the phone call from earlier.
She recalled that soone had imperiously demanded she must arrive at the office within ten minutes.
She was here now, though he hadn’t seen her yet, but it was better to send him a ssage, lest he accuse her of being as slow as a snail later on.
Enna Clark curved her mouth into a smile, took out her phone, and sent a ssage from the table.
She had expected Baron Lawrence to reply imdiately, but after waiting for a few minutes, there was no response from the other end.
Enna Clark was puzzled but didn’t think much of it, simply assuming he must be busy with sothing and hadn’t seen the ssage on his phone.
She had things to do as well.
She took out her phone, found Edward Jackson’s number, and called.
After just two rings, the call was answered imdiately.
Enna Clark spoke with clear and calm eyes, “Little Uncle, can you do a favor?”
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