"Boss, who are we collaborating with this ti?" He decided to discuss work with the boss, avoiding personal topics.
Otherwise, as a single guy, he always felt a deep sense of malice from his boss.
What’s wrong with being single?
Don’t singles have rights?
Oh, c’mon!
Don’t people have rights?
"When’s the project’s final deadline?" Charles Seymour asked nonchalantly.
"Before the year’s end."
"Then why rush?" Charles asked back.
On the other end of the line: "..."
"Boss, does the Seymour Family know you’re playing people like this?" He asked, speechless.
"Do they know? Does that have anything to do with ?" Charles asked curiously.
The person: "..."
Indeed, it had nothing to do with him; his boss didn’t care about the Seymour Family.
"The project’s goal is maximum profit, let’s see which between the Clark and White Families can offer the highest sincerity." Charles’s words made the person on the other end understand from the start that the boss didn’t count the Seymour Family in.
The person on the other end laughed and said, "Jas Reed sent a gift. It’s a famous painting, not cheap. He said it’s a copy, but... I think it’s an original."
"Hmm." Charles replied casually.
"Boss, how do you think I should handle this?"
"Donate it to the national museum in Jas Reed’s na." Charles said without a thought.
"Ha... Boss, you’re still so bad." The person on the other end imdiately understood Charles’s plan and laughed.
"Nothing, hang up." Charles spoke up, thinking why he would waste a good evening with irrelevant people. He should relish his photos with Sophie, savor them, while imagining their beautiful future life.
Only then does ti feel aningful.
"Hey, wait, Boss." The person on the other end quickly spoke, "You promised to find soone to share so of the responsibilities, I can’t handle the dostic situation alone."
Charles snorted coldly: "You can’t handle it?"
"Uhh... Boss, look, your businesses are vast, right? I can’t manage everything alone, what if sothing goes wrong? It’s better to have a helper to share the load to better make money for you, don’t you think?" This guy was the only one who could make laziness sound so fresh.
"No." Charles directly blocked all his words with just two words.
Just as the person on the other end wanted to say sothing to reduce his workload, he heard Charles leisurely say, "Now, it’s about making money for Sophie."
The man: "..."
Would his boss really perish if he didn’t flaunt his romance once in a while?
"Feel free to find suitable candidates." Having said this, Charles ruthlessly hung up the phone.
Why let a wonderful night be wasted by boring work matters?
Charles uploaded all the photos from the cara onto the computer, looking through them one by one, nodding in satisfaction, he and Sophie really looked like a perfect couple.
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"Thank you so much, President Perry, for this donation." A museum staff mber warmly shook Jim Perry’s hand.
"You’re too kind. Actually, this wasn’t donated by , it was entrusted to by Mr. Jas Reed from the Seymour Corporation, but he didn’t want to take credit, so I had to do it." Jim Perry said with a smile, "Therefore, the certificate must have Mr. Jas Reed’s na on it, so I can deliver it to him. I took the spotlight, but I can’t bask in the glory."
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