Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After the lady finished rubbing my head, she reached out to pinch my chubby little face and kindly reminded me, “The company has a rule that doesn’t allow employees to bring their children here. You’d better not run around.”
Ah, so the company had this kind of rule. No wonder Steve rejected me so cleanly this morning. In the end, he still brought me to the company. Doesn’t that make me a culprit for encouraging the President to violate the rules?
After saying this, she suddenly remembered my request and smiled a little embarrassedly. “Ah, yes, did you want to drink coffee? It’s not good for children to drink coffee. How about I help you get a cup of warm water?”
Listening to this lady’s gentle voice, I felt that she was quite kind. At my insistence, she still helped me get a cup of coffee. She also repeatedly told me that children should not drink so much at once.
The sweet smell of coffee assailed my nose. Because I asked for an espresso, the color in the cup was very rich and mellow, which was particularly attractive.
I had not drunk coffee in a long time. In my previous life, I loved cappuccinos the most. Now, I just really wanted to indulge in the familiar and delicious taste.
However, now I had more important things to do. I stared at the dark brown coffee in the cup, and a meaningful smile appeared on my face.
I composed myself and went to the VIP lounge door again. I politely raised my hand and knocked on the door.
After a while, an obviously impatient voice came from the room. He walked over and opened the door. “Who is it?”
When he saw that it was still the disobedient little girl, me, the investment manager’s face revealed a fierce expression. He suppressed the raging anger in his heart and didn’t flare up in front of important clients. He gritted his teeth and asked fiercely, “Didn’t I tell you to go play somewhere else? Why did you come back?”
I pretended to be a little scared as I shrank back and said intermittently, “I’m sorry, Uncle. I left my favorite bow hairpin inside. Can I go in and get it?”
“I didn’t see any bow hairpin. It’s not here. Hurry up and leave!”
Seeing that the investment manager wanted to chase me away so fiercely, I immediately pretended to be pitiful, “Uncle… that hairpin is really important to me. I won’t cause any trouble this time… I promise to come out after I get the hairpin. I won’t disturb you at all.”
As I spoke pitifully, I sobbed softly. From time to time, I would reach out with my tender hands and pretend to wipe my non-existent tears.
When the investment manager saw me crying so pitifully, the anger in his heart subsided slightly. He said, “Alright, hurry up then.”
When he relented, I immediately revealed a sweet smile. “Thank you, Uncle.” After saying that, I didn’t give him any time to react and flashed into the VIP lounge.
The two clients looked at me confused. Then, they looked at the investment manager in confusion.
“I’m really sorry. She just came in to take something. She’ll be leaving immediately,” the manager hurriedly explained.
I came to the meeting table and climbed onto the chair that I was sitting on earlier. I pretended to look for my hairpin everywhere. My gaze swept past them. The contract hadn’t been officially signed yet. From the looks of it, they had already entered the final stage of both parties’ review.
Fortunately, I wasn’t too late.
“Uncles, can you help me look for it? It’s a hairpin with a bow and a row of small pearls on it. I can’t find it,” I said to the three of them coquettishly.
The investment manager was really impatient. The two clients also felt a little impatient and wanted to quickly send me away to continue signing the contract. Thus, the three of them stood up to help me look for the hairpin.
The two people who had been sitting at the conference table left their seats. The important contracts and documents were still on the table.
I took the opportunity and poured the espresso I had been holding onto, onto the contract!