"The old Hall Master acknowledges it, Boss Alex acknowledges it." Barton Mansfield said, "That’s enough."
"..."
Amy Mansfield’s expression paused, wanting to retort but couldn’t find a reason, so she unhappily bit her lip.
She started to throw a tantrum.
Barton Mansfield sighed internally, picked up the desk phone, and dialed the front desk.
He simply inquired about Nora Scott’s situation, but the result made him pause.
He frowned, "Not here?"
Whatever was said on the other side made Barton Mansfield montarily stunned, then he said, "Never mind."
He hung up.
"She didn’t co?"
Having heard his words, Amy Mansfield proactively asked.
"Yes." Barton Mansfield nodded slightly, "Are you sure she ca in?"
"I’m sure. She even brought a child."
"A child?" Barton Mansfield was stunned.
"I don’t know what she’s up to, coming to the company as if playing around." Amy Mansfield sneered.
Barton Mansfield pondered for a mont and instructed, "Go find her, and don’t cause trouble."
Amy Mansfield was angry and unwilling, but had to comply, replied with a "Hmm", and went out.
*
The company’s premises were larger than Nora Scott imagined.
The open-air training field was equipped with various training devices, including regular bars, tracks, and professional four-hundred-ter obstacles, climbing walls, all sorts of training facilities, making people’s eyes dizzy.
Additionally, there were separate office buildings, dormitory buildings, equipnt buildings, and independent cafeterias.
The office building was obviously for work, with offices for various departnts on the second, third, and fourth floors, and a lounge and gym on the first floor.
The dormitory building was prepared for security personnel. The company employed military-like managent with regular training; during training, they mostly stayed within the company, so the facilities encompassed training, living, and eating.
The cafeteria had two levels, like a simple school cafeteria. Besides regular als, it also offered noodles, snacks, and more, all-inclusive.
Other than these, a specialized supermarket was set up, not as diverse as a large supermarket, but all sorts of daily necessities could be found.
...
Nearing noon, the blazing sun overhead was rather scorching.
At the supermarket entrance.
Nora Scott and Andrew Hughes walked out, both holding an ice cream. Rose obediently perched on Andrew Hughes’ shoulder, occasionally affectionately rubbing against his cheek.
"Nora Scott!"
With a shout wrapped in anger, a tall figure walked directly towards them.
Squinting slightly against the blaring sun overhead, Nora Scott lazily withdrew her gaze, took a bite of ice cream, and slowly directed her attention forward.
A very attractive woman in her mid-twenties, dressed in formal corporate wear, stepping in sky-high heels, click-clacking on the ground, her sharp and loud footsteps perceptible even from afar, her aura felt by approaching employees who seed quite frightened, each subconsciously avoiding her.
She approached, lightly furrowed her brow, her expression full of hostility and scrutiny.
Despite the comparison, Nora Scott appeared much more affable, casually glancing at her, "And you are?"
"Amy Mansfield."
The sound of heels clicking ceased, Amy Mansfield’s piercing gaze landed on Nora Scott, straightforwardly introducing herself.
Amy Mansfield was a very assertive woman.
In front of her subordinates, even a single glance could send chills down their spines; her imposing aura was undeniable.
However, it didn’t affect Nora Scott at all.
Nonchalantly finishing the last bite of ice cream, Nora Scott casually tucked one hand into her pocket, with the air of a visitor touring leisurely, absentmindedly said, "Oh, lead the way."
"..."
Amy Mansfield was so furious she felt like spitting blood.
!
Clenching both fists, Amy Mansfield barely contained her rage, veins bulging on the back of her hand, suppressing the urge to move against Nora Scott.
Under strict orders from Barton Mansfield to "Bring Nora Scott upstairs," Amy Mansfield searched throughout the company for Nora Scott and the child.
Instead, as if being led around like a dog, each ti she arrived, Nora Scott and the child had already moved elsewhere.
Moreover, Nora Scott wasn’t following a sequence, just wandering aimlessly, completely random.
Once she realized she was being played, Amy Mansfield decided to wait at the next point in advance, but, after waiting for half the day with no sign of them, inquiries revealed Nora Scott had directly bypassed that point, heading to the next...
All her actions appeared completely transparent.
Amy Mansfield was absolutely irate.
"Manager Mansfield seems quite dissatisfied?"
Seeing Amy Mansfield motionless, Nora Scott leisurely spoke, simultaneously taking her hand out of her pocket.
Surprisingly enough, it was the Jade Token from Biel Hall.
Implying threat and suggestion was evident.
Amy Mansfield: "..."
Damn it!
Can this woman be any more shaless?
"ow~"
Rose tid its purring perfectly.
Cuddling up to Andrew Hughes adorably, but in Amy Mansfield’s eyes, it felt like a ridicule aid at herself.
Amy Mansfield frowned deeply, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm, taming the urge through the pain, she cast a cold gaze at Nora Scott before retracting her sight.
She stepped forward in her high heels, imposing, leading the way.
Nora Scott strolled behind, her pace slow, coordinating with Andrew Hughes, falling behind Amy Mansfield almost imdiately.
Amy Mansfield was frustrated, having had to stop several tis to wait for her.
*
Office Building.
Just as they entered through the door, Amy Mansfield strode towards the elevator but was stopped by Nora Scott—
"Wait a minute."
Her steps paused, Amy Mansfield turned around, her face solemn as she asked, "What?"
"Introduce it to ." Nora Scott glanced around the lobby, raising a brow at her, "The purpose of each floor."
"..."
Amy Mansfield, a core mber of Biel Hall, at this mont, was reduced to a company guide.
Carrying thoughts of wanting to utterly defeat Nora Scott, Amy Mansfield, fuming with rage, introduced the entire office building’s situation to Nora Scott through gritted teeth.
"Besides the reception lobby on the first floor, there’s a recreation hall and a gym..."
"The second floor hosts the Administration, Finance, and Comprehensive Departnts..."
"The third floor contains the Marketing, Human Defense, and Custor Service Departnts..."
...
If introducing, every floor had to be toured, so they didn’t use the elevator, opting to take the stairs instead.
Thus, Nora Scott’s presence undeniably stirred waves on the first, second, and third floors.
Only the senior mbers on the fourth floor knew Nora Scott was the Hall Master of Biel Hall. The first, second, and third floors catered to the "Security Company," staffed by employees recruited through formal channels, not Biel Hall mbers.
Yet, given Nora Scott’s renown, two-thirds of these young, trend-following "ordinary employees" knew of her.
"Wow—"
"Holy crap, it’s God Z?!"
"Why is Nora Scott at our company, and with Manager Mansfield personally receiving her?"
"Who’s that child, so cute!"
"That cat looks like the one Actor Chapman has! It’s so adorable."
"The goddess is stunning, I really want to sneak a photo."
No matter which floor she visited, similar voices could be heard.
Exclamations, joy, jubilation.
The most straightforward reactions.
Amy Mansfield’s complexion darkened all the way, comparable to an age-old scorched pot bottom.
——Just a manga artist, what’s got these people all worked up?!
Finally, upon reaching the fourth floor, the noise subsided.
"This is the fourth floor, the core departnt of Biel Hall—the Information Technology Departnt. Everyone here is an internal mber of Biel Hall, all selected technical personnel from across the nation."
Introducing this departnt, Amy Mansfield’s deanor revealed a faint hint of pride.
This was the focal point of Biel Hall.
An entire floor dedicated to a single departnt, upon looking around, about fifty people were bustling about in partitions, each engaged in their busy work.
"Manager Mansfield."
"Manager Mansfield."
"Manager Mansfield."
...
Each person passing by greeted Amy Mansfield politely and respectfully, occasionally glancing at Nora Scott and Andrew Hughes, beyond the initial shock at Nora Scott’s beauty, only showing faint disdain and dismissal.
Clearly, they all knew who Nora Scott was.
Ever since the company was built, an office has remained vacant on the fourth floor, without title, without na, yet everyone knew who it was reserved for.
Now, the office’s owner had arrived.
An empty title.
A nominal position, an inconsequential identity, rely serving as decoration.
——That’s what everyone thought.
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