Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 35

Arriving at the office, Patrick's turned himself into an elite naturally, beginning to work on the latest batch of essential oil which had some problems.

At this moment, the phone rang. Patrick pressed the hand-free key and said, "Tell me."

The secretary reported, "Boss, Mr. Baker from the lobby called and said that a young lady named Cynthia wants to see you."

Patrick said as if he had known it, "Well, take her directly to the HR department and arrange her a job."

The secretary asked, "What's the job?"

The boss said lightly, "Something not time- and-energy-consuming."

The secretary suggested, "logistics clerk?"

Patrick's was indifferent and said, "Okay."

Putting down the phone, Patrick's mobile rang. He glanced at the screen and saw "Amelia" flashing.

With a serious look in his eyes, he rationally reminded himself not to answer the call as he was still angry, but his fingers could not help but pressed "Answer".

Pausing for a while, he said with a bit of arrogance, "I'm busy now. Tell me."

Amelia seemed to be shocked and asked in a low voice, "Boss, I want to ask you about that inkstone..."

Clap-

Patrick cut off the call and smashed the phone, leaving Amelia confused.

A tinge of regret flashed across his handsome face. He thought that Amelia called to ask why he hadn't come home last night, but in the end, it turned out to be for an inconspicuous inkstone! Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

It was nearly 6pm.

The sky was filled with dark and heavy clouds. The summer heat of the day was still steaming, feeling depressed.

After work, Amelia rode her Little Sheep home. But on the way, the God seemed to set himself against her. After a short period of torrential rain, she was stuck in the chaotic traffic while she couldn't find a place to take shelter.

Arriving at home, she was wet all over.

She waited for Patrick until late at night but hadn't seen him back.

With a pillow in her arms, she laid on the sofa. In her ears was the soft music of TV series, which was like a lullaby, making her eyelids sink.

Before falling asleep, she comforted herself, "No worry. It's okay to compensate him for the broken inkstone in cash tomorrow."

The next day, at Roxxon.

"Madam, you look a little pale today." Doris looked at Amelia with worry and asked, "Have been tired of the heavy workload recently? Why don't you ask Manager Thompson to reduce your workload?"

Amelia pressed her swollen temples and said, "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night. I'll drink some

more water."

Doris had to say, "Okay, take care. If you're not feeling well, let us know and we'll help you."

Amelia nodded with a smile and then took a capsule of ibuprofen, throwing herself into the work.

At lunch time, after a bowl of vegetable porridge in the staff's cantin, Amelia braced herself up and went to the 18th floor with the lift.

In the President's Office.

The phone rang and the secretary reported, "Boss, Madam Amelia of the Sales wants to see you... Okay, I got it."

Hanging up, the Secretary nodded to Madam Amelia and said, "Just come in."

In the office.

Patrick raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. He hadn't come home twice in a row, so Amelia couldn't stand it anymore?

He waited for her to make a big fuss and then he would call the security guards to drive her out!

But she apologised, "Boss, I'm sorry for breaking your inkstone into pieces two days ago. I come to ask you, how much... is it?"

Although she looked calm, she was actually very nervous and afraid that he would not accept it.