"That’s impossible!" The subordinate was terrified, recalling the image of the woman signing last night.
The others also found it unbelievable, "We watched her sign, and after signing, she picked up the contract and checked it, fearing she might have missed sothing."
"It’s absolutely true, President Ingram." The leader faced Lydia Ingram’s eyes brimming with anger.
"Where’s the signature?" He asked icily, only caring about the result, "Tell where the signature is!"
Everyone was recalling last night’s scene, where Monica Usher clearly signed her na using a black gel pen, and her handwriting was very neat.
However, her attitude while signing last night didn’t seem resistant at all, and she didn’t look closely at the clauses, which was the only anomaly.
"President Ingram, this..." The subordinate was utterly confused, "The contract couldn’t have been swapped; it has always been in my hands, and we really watched her sign."
"I saw it too, and the handwriting was quite lovely."
Upon hearing this, Lydia Ingram’s brows furrowed deeply, and her chest heaved violently. She took the contract again and scanned the blank spot carefully.
Suddenly, another subordinate spoke up, "Could it have been an erasable pen?"
All the office eyes fell on him, and the man wasn’t sure; it was just a guess.
"Erasable pens co in two types: heat erasable and those that self-erase over ti," the man inford them, "My daughter has such a magical pen."
With this revelation, everyone seed to find a breakthrough to the problem.
"Every ti she writes with it, the wording self-erases after about ten minutes, leaving no trace."
Listening to this, a brief silence descended upon the office.
Clearly, they had been played by Monica Usher!
Lydia Ingram angrily threw the contract on the table! Her eyes held a hint of nace, as if she were about to destroy everything, and said, word by word, "Let’s go, take to find her!"
"Yes."
Then everyone left the office, postponing a morning executive eting, driving off to find Monica Usher.
At this ti, at Kingston Group.
In the spacious and bright president’s office, Barbara Sutton knocked on the open door, holding a docunt as she walked in, "Special Assistant Morgan, this is urgent, please look at it when you have ti."
"Alright." Finn Morgan reached out to take it, his expression gentle.
Barbara Sutton had been gathering courage for a long ti, she smiled and asked, "Could we add each other on WeChat? It’ll be easier to communicate about work; we’ve been coordinating quite a lot recently."
"Sure." He agreed readily, wasting no ti in fetching his phone.
This made the girl overjoyed; it went too smoothly!
She tried to maintain her composure, scanned the code with her phone, added him successfully, then left.
Returning to the vice president’s office, Barbara Sutton’s mood was irrepressible. She gathered her courage and sent him an animated cartoon image, which was similar to greeting him with a ’hello’.
After about a minute, Finn Morgan replied with a similar ’hello’ image.
Barbara couldn’t help but laugh foolishly at the WeChat screen.
The truth is, if you want to do sothing, you just need to be brave!
Leaning back in her office chair, she began to browse Finn Morgan’s WeChat monts, noticing he posted roughly twice a month, which was quite infrequent.
He hadn’t blocked anyone, and everything was visible.
His content had little to do with work, mostly daily life.
As she scrolled, Barbara discovered that he liked playing basketball, as half of the content was photos of him on the court, capturing a sunset scene with a sense of ambiance.
It took her twenty minutes to scroll to the end, going through about ten years’ worth of content, none of which involved a woman.
It’s just a single guy’s WeChat monts.
Barbara Sutton was puzzled, "If he has a girlfriend, why never post about her? Not even a breakfast for two photo?"
There wasn’t any clue to prove he had a significant other.
Suddenly, Barbara felt a bit happy.
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