"Victor Technology?"
"Yeah." Oliver Scott nodded and explained, "We’re talking about Victor Technology’s cafeteria."
Nora Scott sat down after placing her food and asked, "What about it?"
Oliver blinked with slight excitent as he introduced, "The food is great. Companies like Pedro’s Fernwood Entertainnt, Cool Ridge dia, and the Queiroz Family’s Star Crown Gas are all known for their excellent food, which is not only varied but also tastes good. Their paynt systems are quite advanced too."
Nora: "...Oh."
Just say Biel Hall’s cafeteria food isn’t great, and the technology isn’t advanced enough.
The kicker is, the three companies Oliver ntioned are all owned by Pedro Langley.
—No wonder his cooking isn’t great; he’s been spoiled by the company cafeterias.
She lowered her gaze, holding the chopsticks, and shoved rice into her mouth, chewing woodenly.
Two minutes later, she pulled out her phone and sent a ssage to Pedro.
[Nora]: Our company cafeteria’s food is not tasty, and the paynt system’s WeChat scan isn’t advanced enough.
A minute later, Pedro, fully understanding the hint, replied—
[Pedro]: Arranging it right away.
[Nora]: How much?
[Pedro]: It’s free.
Nora contentedly put away her phone and continued eating the bland food.
"Sis, isn’t your finance departnt on the second floor? Why are you working on the fourth floor?" Oliver suddenly shifted the topic, asking curiously, "Seems like everyone on the fourth floor is quite afraid of you. Also, what does ’Hall Master’ an?"
With many doubts stirring, Oliver easily morphed into a curious baby.
’Hall Master’ — such a title doesn’t exist in the normal company concept.
And, from Oliver’s observation of the company, it’s vast and orderly, with all procedures legal and proper, no matter how imaginative he got, there was no linking "Biel Hall" to the "Martial World."
What’s more, as a well-behaved high school student, he had absolutely no access to those things.
"The view is better on the fourth floor." Nora continued eating her green beans, expressionlessly making things up, "I’m the Hall Master of the House of Beauty."
"..."
Oliver gave her a surprised look.
Then tactfully shut his mouth.
Unlike Oliver, Marcus Shaw didn’t ask much about Nora’s affairs, nor did Nora inquire further about Marcus’s technical assistance matters.
The four of them chatted idly while making do with the lunch.
*
Back on the fourth floor of the office.
Marcus went to handle matters, Oliver took Andrew Hughes to the pantry to study, helping him sort through the problems he missed last night, while Nora had just arrived at the office when Amy Mansfield, who’d been waiting for quite a while, approached.
Nora, who wanted to slack off and play gas: "..."
"These are five assignnt forms, Boss Alex said to have you handle them."
Amy ca straight to the point with the file folder in her hand, speaking directly and without any fuss.
Switching on the computer, Nora didn’t look at her, just glanced at the empty desk, "Just put it there."
"..."
Amy, who initially wanted to introduce the assignnts, lost all motivation when she saw Nora’s attitude.
Throwing the file onto the desk, she didn’t linger for a second, turning on her heel to leave.
Waiting for the computer to boot was sowhat boring, so Nora glanced at her departing figure, raised her hand, and grabbed the file.
Resting her fingers under her chin, she tilted her head slightly, flipping through the pages with boredom, grazing through them absent-mindedly.
Each assignnt form was quite thick.
They included details like the content of the assignnt, the client’s identity, the person in charge, the funds allocated, and the progress expenses, along with a thick stack of project progress reports.
It took around twenty minutes to go through just one assignnt form.
By the third one, Nora was already dizzy and sparks of irritation were flying with her emotions.
Her phone buzzed with vibrations.
Seeing the caller ID, Nora picked up her phone, leaned back in her office chair, swiped her finger, and answered the call, "Are you ssing with ?"
Boss Alex chuckled and asked, "Did you get the assignnt forms?"
"Yeah."
Just hearing the word ’assignnt forms’ made Nora’s head throb painfully.
She rubbed her temples lightly with her fingers.
Boss Alex said, "Only you can solve them."
Nora snorted, "I’m just a pretty face, what can I solve?"
"..."
Understanding her treatnt at the company, Boss Alex didn’t refute her, letting her vent.
The entire Biel Hall had sothing to say about this young, inexperienced, absentee Hall Master, feeling she was unfit for the role. Little did they know, having been saddled with this identity by the forr Hall Master out of nowhere, she was also quite frustrated.
Thankfully, she understood the gravity of the situation, knowing she couldn’t just resign easily, or she would have "abdicated" long ago.
To be honest, given Nora’s temperant, to be t with such a cold reception upon arrival, not turning the whole company upside-down was already a sign of restraint.
Raising an eyebrow, Nora lazily asked, "Are you dumping all the incomplete assignnts of the Northwest onto this year?"
"Not that bad," Boss Alex said genuinely, "just half a year."
Nora gritted her teeth, "..."
Whether it’s a year or half a year, what’s the difference?
It’s just exploiting the Hall Master’s labor.
Boss Alex asked, "How long will it take?"
Thinking it over, Nora casually flipped through the assignnt forms and said nonchalantly, "Half a day."
She didn’t need to be responsible for everything; solving the current stalemate was enough, and soone else would handle the rest of the grunt work.
To her, these weren’t difficult tasks.
The Northwest was like her domain, with nurous connections and influences; the number of favors she owed and was owed was countless, so getting things done was just a matter of making a few calls.
It was just that going through these assignnt forms was ti-consuming.
"I’m counting on you."
Boss Alex sighed with relief.
These few cases were specially selected by Boss Alex.
Originally, we should have asked Nora Scott for help earlier, but since it’s Nora’s first ti at the company, she needed to achieve sothing, so it was delayed until now.
What he said earlier about "only Nora can solve this" was not just a platitude or reassurance, but a fact.
Without soone like Nora, with her connections and her impressive reputation in the northwest, these projects would have basically been stalled and unable to move forward.
Biel Hall isn’t omnipotent; every year, there’s always a thick stack of pending tasks.
"Yeah."
Nora replied.
Hanging up the phone, Nora rubbed her temples and continued to look at the task list.
All the way until three in the afternoon.
Nora finished the last call, and the head of the technical departnt ca to knock on her door, informing her that the system had been upgraded and she could now activate the Hall Master privileges.
"Oh."
Nora got up and followed him to the main server.
The procedure was quite simple: fingerprint entry, password confirmation, account binding... in less than five minutes, everything was sorted.
"Is it done?"
Nora browsed through the added functions on the mobile software.
The head of the technical departnt nodded, "It’s done."
After a quick look, Nora put her phone into her pocket and asked, "Where’s Marcus Shaw?"
Furrowing his brows slightly, the head of the technical departnt replied, "He should be in the break room."
Even for the sake of Marcus Shaw, the head of the technical departnt had to show Nora so respect.
Marcus Shaw, this young man... so young, yet with boundless potential.
It would be great if Boss Alex could recruit Marcus into Biel Hall’s technical departnt.
*
Nora found the three of them in the break room.
As siblings, their treatnt at the company was vastly different.
Oliver Scott was handso, good-natured, and articulate, making him a likable, well-rounded, polite, and modest student who quickly gained the affection of many older colleagues in the company.
Though Marcus Shaw spoke little and his personality wasn’t endearing, his low-profile and cool deanor as a tech genius made him just as popular. The girls would swoon at the sight of him, while the boys were keen to engage with him on technical issues, affirming his abilities.
Not to ntion Andrew Hughes and Rose.
All cat lovers would instinctively kneel before Rose, offering cat food and treats with both hands, just for the chance to pet her once.
Andrew Hughes, with his good looks and intelligence, was always surrounded by employees when Nora wasn’t around, who eagerly approached to play with him.
In comparison—
The difference was stark.
Being the Hall Master here really wasn’t much fun.
Nora strolled over, and the employees who were fervently chatting with the three imdiately shut their mouths, suppressed their smiles, and left upon standing up.
Glancing at Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw, Nora raised an eyebrow and lazily asked, "Are you two continuing to skip class or going back to school?"
"Let’s go back to school."
Oliver Scott estimated and replied.
After all, it was his first ti skipping class, missing a math class and two self-study sessions was about enough for him.
As for Marcus Shaw—
"School."
Marcus Shaw replied without hesitation.
Having finished his tasks, going back to school to study, there wasn’t any other option.
Nora nodded slightly, "I’ll give you a ride."
Oliver Scott was surprised, "Are you off work?"
"Yeah."
Nora replied calmly.
Oliver Scott Marcus Shaw Andrew Hughes: "..." The company definitely hasn’t fired you because you’re good-looking.
Rose: "ow~"
Ignoring the gaze of the three, Nora gathered her things and left.
The three plus the cat followed closely behind.
No one dared to stop them.
However, upon seeing Nora’s figure, most employees sighed internally.
—Ca for less than half a day and left again, who knows when she’ll show up at the company next ti.
Indeed, it’s like heaven is determined to ruin Biel Hall!
*
Around four o’clock.
Having finished her tasks, Amy Mansfield returned to the fourth floor, finally deciding to take a trip to her forr office.
—Nora had never handled Biel Hall’s affairs before; she feared that without an introduction, Nora wouldn’t even understand the task list, let alone handle the tasks.
However, when she arrived at the office, there was no sign of anyone.
"Where is she?"
Stunned, Amy grabbed a passing person.
The person glanced inside the office, frowned slightly, and replied with a bit of displeasure, "Left early."
Gone?
Amy’s expression changed slightly, noticing the folder on the desk. She walked over and spread it open.
Well, the neat and tidy task list, it seed it hadn’t been touched at all.
Couldn’t understand the task list and just threw the work away, leaving without a word?!
Dammit!
What’s the use of this vase?!
Furious, Amy was just about to crush the task list when suddenly a phone call ca through. Gritting her teeth, she angrily answered—
"Miss Mansfield! There’s been progress on a project in the northwest!"
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