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Chapter 800
Sending flowers should hit the right chord, shouldn't it?
Kevin considered himself clueless when it came to romance, with little experience in wooing girls. He was a stereotypical guy who thought roses were the go-to gift, but Mr. Lopez intended to send flowers to all the directors, so roses were obviously out of the question!
Other teams had female directors, after all!
Dorothy blinked. Only then did she realize why Everett had mentioned sending flowers several times. He couldn't possibly think they were from a male colleague, could he?
[Ms. Sanchez?]
[When will Everett be out of his meeting? I need to speak with him.]
[Mr. Lopez? He's booked solid for at least another hour. Ever since yesterday, he's crammed his schedule so tight, not even sparing a moment for himself. He's meant to work three days, but he's jammed it all into two! It's like he's reverted to that insane work ethic during the past four years... Did you tick off Mr. Lopez again, Ms. Sanchez?]
Her? She hadn't riled up Everett recently, had she?
[I don't think so. He probably has other plans.]
[What plans could Mr. Lopez have? His personal life is as dry as toast.]
Dorothy pondered for a moment, and it did seem to be the case.
Aside from work, he was all about fitness, avoiding social gatherings like the plague, and showed zero interest in mobile and game-playing.
Yet, being labeled as having a dull life by Kevin, a workaholic homebody himself, was a bit of a fail for Everett.
After all, in everyone's eyes, heirs to fortunes should be living it up like Jeffrey, partying and living the high life.
Dorothy glanced at the clock and then dove into her tasks, occasionally checking to see if the meeting was over. When it still showed no signs of ending, she'd switch back to her work.
It turned out that Kevin had grossly miscalculated; Everett wrapped up what should have been several meetings in one marathon session! Nearly four hours later, the first conference room finally showed as available. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
Already exhausted from the day, Dorothy felt herself nodding off in front of her computer, even believing for a few minutes that she had actually fallen asleep!
If it weren't for Everett's call, she might have spent the night slumped over her desk.
"Mm?" She groggily pressed the answer button.
"Kevin said you were looking for me."
"Ah, right, I was." Dorothy slapped her stiff cheeks, forcing her brain to boot up again. "You're sending flowers to all the directors of the Lopez Corporation?"
"Kevin told you?"
"What if I said I guessed it? Would you believe me?"
Everett didn’t reply.
Dorothy's mind was foggy with sleep, so she spoke without any filters, "You really don't have to do that. The flowers I received were from a female colleague, the one I had a dispute with. She apologized and bought them for me."
If a male colleague had sent her flowers, she wouldn't have accepted them, let alone brought them home.
"Yeah, I knew."
"You didn't."
Everett fell silent again.
"So, drop the whole flower-sending thing. I don't have time to fuss with fresh flowers every day!"
Everett was silent for a moment, "Mm."
"Alright, you're busy. I'm off to sleep."
She yawned loudly, then flopped back onto her bed with her phone still in hand, falling asleep instantly, not even realizing she hadn't hung up.
Everett listened to her steady breathing. Not wanting to disturb her, he was just quietly listening through his headphones.