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“Wasn't it supposed to be next week?” Emily White put away her phone and raised an eyebrow. “What's the rush? And what's with the perfume?” she asked, amused by her friend's eagerness.
Grace Quinn chuckled, “I just wanted to leave a good impression. Let's hurry back to the company.”
But Emily was reluctant, “It's our off time. Even if the new boss is coming, we don't have to rush.” Grace, however, insisted, “Lise called and said everyone's gathering at the company. We should go too.”
As they reached the company, they encountered Ethan Parker waiting outside. Grace, being the more tactful one, greeted him and left, allowing Emily to confront him.
Emily's face darkened, “What are you doing here?” Ethan Parker and Emily had been together since high school and were engaged to marry this year. Ethan was a gentle and accomplished man, but he had betrayed Emily with her best friend, Samantha Lee. This betrayal had left Emily heartbroken and bitter.
“Emily, can we talk?” Ethan's expression was filled with regret, but Emily found it repulsive. She coldly told him, “I don't think we have anything to discuss. I've already made myself clear to Samantha. Ethan, I'm the one who got cheated on, but Samantha is pregnant now. What's the point of coming back to me?”
Ethan tried to speak, but Emily cut him off, “And don't call me Emily anymore. I'm not your Emily.” With that, she turned and walked towards the elevator, leaving Ethan standing there, feeling hopeless.
As the elevator doors closed, Emily finally let her emotions overwhelm her. She had not spoken to anyone or shed a single tear since the betrayal, but seeing Ethan brought it all back. She realized that moving on was not as easy as she thought.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps and a familiar male voice. “Mr. Grant, this way please...”
Emily White was so immersed in her painful emotions that she couldn't pull herself together. The elevator's doors suddenly opened again with a ding, and footsteps and a somewhat familiar male voice, speaking in a fawning tone, were heard: "Mr. Grant, this way, please..."
Emily's back stiffened, and she quickly came to her senses, not even having time to wipe away her tears. She raised her head and saw a pair of black and white two-tone shiny leather shoes, then a pair of pure white casual pants, followed by a black belt and a light blue striped shirt with a pale blue jacket over it.
The outfit was quite casual, with warm colors, but perhaps because of the confined space of the elevator, it still gave off a strong oppressive feeling despite the warm colors.
Emily took a deep breath and finally managed to lift her head up. As expected, her eyes met a face that could make countless women scream, Alexander Grant.
Compared to the time she had seen him in college, Alexander Grant now exuded an even more imposing and refined air. He stood at the entrance of the elevator, his hands behind his back, as if a golden light were shining on him, making his nose shadow so deep.
"What are you doing here, Emily White?" It was their floor's supervisor who spoke, recognizing Emily and scolding her for being in the president's elevator. He was afraid of angering Alexander Grant and said coldly, "Didn't you see what elevator this is? This isn't an elevator you can enter. Get up quickly!"
Emily realized she had accidentally entered the wrong elevator and hurriedly stood up, wiping the tears from her face. She apologized immediately, saying, "Sorry, Mr. Zhang, I...I wasn't paying attention just now. I really didn't mean to."
"You're not a new employee, and you've been working at EC for so many years. How could you make such a low-level mistake?"
"I'm just a bit out of sorts today, sorry, Mr. Zhang."
"It seems like..."
"Are you Emily White?" Alexander Grant's deep, powerful voice interrupted Mr. Zhang's words, causing him to stop speaking. Emily was also a bit startled and looked up at Alexander Grant's mesmerizing eyes, feeling a slight tremor in her heart. She nodded stiffly, "Yes, I am Emily White."
"I've seen you before, haven't I?" Alexander Grant asked, his hands slowly slipping into the pockets of his trousers as he scrutinized Emily with narrowed eyes.
Emily felt a bit unnatural under his gaze and was somewhat apprehensive. She didn't remember having any contact with this high and mighty man apart from seeing him in college, but it had been so many years. Surely, he wouldn't remember her, would he?
"Are you Samantha's friend?" Alexander Grant asked, providing the answer himself.
Emily sighed with relief and smiled confidently, saying, "Mr. Grant, I'm surprised you remember me. Yes, I'm acquainted with Samantha."
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