Mr.Richard Only Loves Me

chapter 8

In the end, the interview task fell on Ayria.

Although Group Leader Wright seemed to be indifferent, letting Deputy Group Leader Winter dominate, he had been in the newspaper for a long time and was certainly not incompetent. Ayria dared to confront Nanny in the meeting because she noticed Wright frowning. During the meeting, the leader had not yet spoken, but Nanny was already putting on airs and scolding others. Moreover, Wright's last few words clearly supported Ayria.

So, Wright assigned the interview task to Ayria, partly to show Winter and her team that they were punishing Ayria.

Before Ayria left, Wright called her into his office. He glanced at the public office area outside before speaking, "This interview is just a task. Just get it done."

Wright continued, "I always thought you were someone who works hard and speaks little. You don't need to listen to some people's words. The most important thing is the job. I have high hopes for you."

Wright did have his own interests. Winter was gaining momentum, and if she took all the good opportunities in the group, he wouldn't be able to stay as the leader for long. As for Ayria, he indeed had high hopes. She was a young graduate with ambition. With her around, she could compete with Winter and prevent her from becoming too dominant.

Wright's reason for calling Ayria in and saying these things was to win her over. He believed his judgment of people was accurate, and this girl's eyes were not ordinary.

When Kate learned that Ayria had accepted the interview, she sighed and whispered to her, "Do you know why they didn't want to take this interview?"

Ayria didn't usually interact much with other people in the group. The reason she was close to Kate was that Kate was persistent and latched onto her. After all, who doesn't like a pretty girl?

Kate said, "It's said that the interviewee is a lecherous old man who likes to grope people. This news came from the advertising department. During a previous meeting, he kept holding the hand of a girl from the advertising department. She endured it for the job, but she really wanted to smash a bottle on his head."

Since the news came from the advertising department, it was likely true. Kate was particularly worried and said that during the meeting, Nanny kept pushing the interview onto them. After all, if the interviewee was generous, travel expenses would be plentiful.

Ayria sat in her chair, fiddling with her pen. Even though everyone was used to using computers, she still liked the feel of writing with a pen. It was more convenient to jot down ideas.

Seeing Ayria indifferent, Kate got anxious for her. She said, "Ayria, be careful during the interview. I'm afraid..."

Ayria turned to her, "Afraid I'll smash a vase on his head?"

Kate opened her mouth. She might have thought Ayria was joking before, but after seeing her confront Nanny in the meeting, she realized Ayria was not just a pretty girl. She was quite regal. If someone dared to do anything to her, she might really open someone's head.

Ayria thought for a moment and seriously said, "I have a sense of propriety."

After speaking, she stood up, grabbed her bag, and prepared to leave. Kate watched her straight back and didn't know what to say. Seeing Ayria stride confidently, she felt she wasn't going for an interview but for a fight.

Of course, Ayria wasn't going to fight. She was very serious about the interview. She called the interviewee's assistant and scheduled a visit to their company.

Character interviews require background work. Since the interviewee was a newspaper advertiser, they definitely wanted to promote their company. So Ayria planned to visit the company first.

Fortunately, the assistant was a pretty girl who was polite to Ayria knowing she was there for an interview. Ayria declined the offer of water and asked, "Can I look around the company?"

The assistant nodded, "Of course. Do you need me to accompany you?"

Ayria said, "No, I'll look around by myself."

The assistant had other tasks to attend to, so she let Ayria explore alone. The company's office building was a bit old, but the interior was luxurious, spacious, bright, and had a technological feel.

Next to the reception area was an open hall displaying various health products and massage devices offered by the company.

Ayria carefully examined each product. Each product had grand descriptions, accompanied by various photos, mostly of a slightly overweight middle-aged man with people in white coats. This middle-aged man was Ayria's interview subject.

While Ayria was in the hall, several elderly people came and went. White-haired elderly ladies and gentlemen, either alone or together, were greeted by someone in a suit.

When a white-haired lady appeared, Ayria slowly walked over. But before she could reach her, a man in a suit and tie hurriedly approached the elderly lady with a bright smile, "Mom, you finally arrived. Was everything okay on the way?"

"Tom, your place is really hard to find," the old lady said with a smile.

The young man lightly slapped his face, "It's my fault for not picking you up. Mom, don't worry. Next time, give me a call, and I'll come to get you."

The old lady waved her hand, "You're busy with work."

The man led the old lady inside, introducing the company's products as they walked.

Ayria, who had been eavesdropping nearby, was stunned. She had heard about the health product industry, and although the media had exposed it before, seeing it in person was even more shocking. Seeing is believing.

Ayria slowly walked in the direction where Tom had taken the old lady. She soon saw several tightly closed doors, indicating people inside. She didn't push the doors to disturb them but continued walking until she reached a large open office hall. Rows of desks were neatly arranged, and the atmosphere was busy and tense.

Many people were sitting at their desks, wearing headsets, and talking non-stop. The noise was so loud that Ayria couldn't hear what they were saying. As her eyes scanned the walls, she saw several posters.

"If you don't want to be treated like a dog, you have to fight like hell."

"There are no losers in this industry, only quitters."

"Focus on money, earn big."

These slogans, combined with the scene in front of her, made it seem like a place filled with adrenaline, where everyone was excited as if money was flowing before their eyes.

Ayria walked back, but after a few steps, she encountered Tom and the old lady again. She heard Tom say in a warm tone, "Mom, I know you like this massage chair. I specially applied to my boss. It was originally 22,000, but now it's 18,000."

The old lady's voice was low, and Ayria didn't hear clearly, but she seemed hesitant.

Tom raised his voice, "Don't worry. This massage chair is really effective. With it, your back, knees, and feet won't hurt anymore. Think about it, with your strong constitution, you can live another twenty years. This chair costs less than a thousand per year over twenty years. Is that expensive?"

The young man spoke eloquently, making the massage chair sound like a unique treasure.

Ayria felt nauseated. She didn't see any consideration for the consumer, only greed.

Ayria ordered a hot cocoa and sat in a café for a long time. Her laptop was open, but she hadn't typed a single word. She couldn't start.

The hot cocoa on the small round table was half-finished and had long lost its warmth. When her mind was in chaos, Ayria liked to drink something sweet.

She looked out the window. This café had a good location, where she could see the towering buildings. Each building's exterior was covered with glass, sparkling in the rare sunshine after

days of rain. The sunlight swept away the city's gloom from the continuous rain of the past half month.

After glancing at her computer again, Ayria got up and left the café.

Half an hour later, she looked up at the towering skyscraper in front of her. The bright, clean lobby was full of modern sophistication.

She took out her phone and dialed a number, "What are you doing?"

"Just finished a meeting," Richard said softly.

He was about to ask her what was up when Ayria said, "Want to have a cup of coffee with me?"

The man, who had been sitting in his chair, stood up immediately, "You're downstairs?"

His voice was tinged with uncertainty because this was the first time since they got married that Ayria had called him like this.

As he got up and walked out, he saw Donald outside instructing the secretarial team. Seeing Richard come out, Donald immediately approached and asked, "Mr. Tully, is there something you need?"

Since the next schedule hadn't started, Richard should be in his office handling documents.

Richard paused and looked at Donald, then suddenly said, "Go pick up Star."

Donald was taken aback. The lady is here? He had some understanding, no wonder the boss looked so happy.

Ayria waited downstairs, feeling uneasy. Richard's company was in this building, and if he came down and someone saw him, it wouldn't be good.

As she was thinking this, she saw Donald. Ayria felt relieved and greeted him with a smile, "Thank you, Assistant Donald."

Donald, of course, didn't dare say it was troublesome and led Ayria into the building.

Ayria asked, "Is he busy? Maybe we should cancel today."

Donald replied, "We're going to the underground garage. Don't worry."

Ayria followed him into the building, and they headed to the underground garage, pressing the button for the third basement level.

It was working hours, so there weren't many cars. The garage was quiet, with only their footsteps echoing.

After a few minutes, she saw Richard standing beside a car.

He was dressed formally today, in a three-piece suit. The jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the vest inside. His hand was in his pocket, looking at his phone. The suit jacket's hem was caught by his elbow, and the vest clung to his waist, highlighting his broad shoulders and slim waist.

Ayria looked at him, especially his long legs. She wanted to whistle.

Richard heard footsteps and looked up, seeing Ayria's meaningful gaze.

Ayria walked up to him, but before she could speak, Richard turned slightly, looking at the car beside them. Her gaze followed his, and she was stunned.

A massive white car stood there, steady. If her attention hadn't been on him, she would have noticed the car earlier. This car was too impressive, square but not bulky, exuding dominance. The letter B on the front was sharp.

After admiring it, Ayria turned back and heard Richard ask, "What do you think of this car?"

"It's very cool."

"Let's go," Richard said, taking her wrist and leading her to the driver's seat, opening the door.

Ayria looked at him, still unsure of the situation. Richard's usually emotionless face had a hint of a smile. He said, "Drive your new car and take me for a ride."