Chapter 5: Competition for Assistant to the President
1000 Words
Amid the crowd's noise, a voice charged with deep excitement unexpectedly raised Steven's spirits, which had sunk due to Amelia's actions.
Yet just as Steven began to feel a wave of gratitude, realizing he was not forgotten by the world, trouble loomed. He found himself swiftly encircled.
"Hey, mister."
Casting a glance at the throng around him, Steven headed towards the exit.
"Don't leave!"
A shout followed his retreating figure, but it was too weak; its plea lost amidst the fervor of excited shouts.
"Master Steven, could I get your autograph?"
"And me."
"I’d like one too."
"Wait, don’t shove!"
As he observed the frenetic crowd, Steven regretted his decision.
I really should have brought Zack along. Xiao Ling, now I realize your true worth.
Meanwhile, in the Mercedes.
"Mr. Warner, Thomas has picked out three executive secretaries," Vern mentioned as he drove.
"Tell him I don’t need mere ornaments," Warner responded, not even glancing up from his documents.
"Oh."
Maybe Lord Richard had a point; a lord should indeed have a girlfriend. It might prevent him from spending his days fixated on an ice sculpture.
But what would a lord with a girlfriend even look like? Hard to picture.
Thirty minutes later, at the Warner Group.
"Mr. Warner, we've arrived," announced respectfully as the car door opened.
"Mm," Warner acknowledged in a low, agreeable tone.
Stepping out, he instantly drew numerous admiring glances.
Dressed in a crisp suit, his tall, model-like stature, slightly long black hair, and sharp, handsome features made him a striking figure. His eagle-like sharp red eyes, a prominent straight nose, and cool, seductive lips, along with diamond-like studs shimmering in the sunlight, he radiated a deadly charisma.
In the CEO’s office of the Warner Group.
"As cold as ever," he murmured, brushing his forehead while seated in his office chair, a slight smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he viewed the landscape outside.
No mere ornaments, but if they are competent, that changes the narrative.
Finding someone who is both capable and understands their role is indeed challenging.
"There’s one who’s somewhat out of style, but she’s not too old—just 25. She's more than just an ornament; she’s somewhat capable," Todd remarked, flipping through the files on his desk.
Evelyn certainly has a unique taste.
In the Executive Secretary's Office.
The sight was quite revealing.
That was Amelia's initial reaction upon seeing the two other beautiful secretaries.
Ellie sat poised in her chair, sporting sky-high black heels, her long, shapely legs crossed. She wore a tight black mini skirt ending at her thighs and a white blouse with the top three buttons undone, showcasing enticing black lace. Her golden curls, heavily made-up delicate features, and lips painted a bewitching red marked her as the quintessential temptress.
Brittany appeared as the epitome of cool detachment.
Her sleek black hair framed her delicate melon-seed shaped face. Her slightly revealing white blouse displayed her elegantly curved collarbones. Wearing a knee-length black skirt and modest heels, she exuded the wholesome charm of the girl next door.
Amelia cast a quick glance at her own attire and then at Alice's, sighing silently to herself.
"So revealing."
As she sized up the two women, they were also scrutinizing her. One seemed decent enough but lacked her allure, her demeanor too icy. The other's style screamed middle-aged, completely out of step with current trends. Amelia felt sure the role of the CEO's wife was hers to claim.
With a slight, proud lift of her chin, she toyed with her golden curls.
"I really don’t get it. She's clearly a beautiful young woman; why dress like she’s in middle-age? Could it be that the young master and the two misses have set too high a standard?"
"Manager, the CEO is here," Hannah interrupted, noticing Todd absorbed in his paperwork.
"Got it."
Todd stood, straightening his attire, and headed out of the manager's office.
Ten minutes later, in the design department.
"Camila, did you see him?" Emma whispered to her colleague, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"The new CEO?"
Camila’s cheeks tinged with pink.
"If I could date someone like the CEO, I'd gladly give up thirty years of my life."
"Yeah! He's even more handsome than the new design director, Steven."
Clasping her hands in a hopeful gesture.
"Oh my goodness! Imagine him as your boyfriend. If those cold yet captivating red eyes gazed at you lovingly, even if he asked you to die, you’d probably do it without a second thought."
"More handsome than him? Impossible! That’s like comparing apples to oranges. Oh my god! Why must you torment me with this comparison?" Overhearing this as he was leaving, Steven dashed back into the office, clutching his chest in feigned agony.
"Do handsome guys always have such tough luck?"
Early in the morning, Warner's staff were abuzz discussing Richard and others.
In the CEO’s office.
He’s the adult version of Sammy—uncannily identical, especially those red eyes, just like father and son, or daughter. Could he really be the guy from that night? It seems too coincidental.
Amelia's complexion went ashen.
"It has to be a coincidence, just a slight resemblance."
Upon seeing Richard, Brittany’s eyes lit up with recognition.
"He looks so much like Sammy, it’s uncanny, except Sammy doesn’t have red eyes."
"Such a handsome man, having him as a boyfriend would surely make anyone the envy of all. I must catch his attention."
"This is our new CEO," Todd remarked, a hint of resignation in his voice.
"This guy just keeps getting more and more dashing. It's almost unbearable. Hopefully, he won’t charm away my potential future wife. Having such a handsome friend, I can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse."
"Even Hannah’s reaction to seeing you was extraordinary, let alone Evelyn's. If not, I might end up forever single."
"After all, Evelyn is the first woman I've felt something for in 30 years. Finding another like her won’t be easy."
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