LittleNovelAs the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Casper made his way to the thirteenth floor, breakfast tray in hand.
Brian was already stationed at the door, effectively blocking his path. "Morning, Mr. Casper. Is there something I can help you with?" "I'm here to see Ms. Eliza. Is she in?" Brian hesitated, "Well, Ms. Eliza isn't feeling too well and is resting at the moment. Maybe..." His eyes landed on the breakfast tray, "...you could leave the breakfast with me, and I'll make sure she gets it." "I'd prefer to see her myself," Casper insisted, trying to step forward.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBefore he could, Brian quickly tapped the buzzer, barring Casper's entrance. "Mr. Casper, Ms. Eliza specifically mentioned you can't cin." Casper felt a wave of frustration but knew better than to push his luck.
"Alright, if I can't go in, just make sure she gets this," he said, placing the breakfast on a nearby table. "Tell her not to overdo it." With tension still lingering, Casper turned and made his way back to the CEO's office, his mood clearly soured. He sat at his desk, stewing over the encounter.
A short while later, Dillon entered with a stack of documents. "Mr. Casper, Allysha's agent reached out. They're keen to chat about an endorsement deal." "Handle it without me," Casper snapped, yanking at his tie, irritation evident on his face.
Dillon sensed something was amiss. Had there been another spat with Eliza? "Mr. Casper, I planned to assign this to the team, but Allysha's agent is hoping for your personal touch. Despite Welton International's solid reputation, since it's a new project, they're looking for reassurance..." Casper didn't reply, instead pulling a cigarette from his pack and placing it between his lips. Dillon quickly flicked his lighter, lighting the cigarette for him. "Rough day?" he asked gently.
Casper took a long drag, the smoke curling around his features. He remained silent, lighting one cigarette after another.
Finally, Dillon couldn't hold back, "What's troubling you, sir?" "The thirteenth floor," Casper muttered, crushing out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Lately, there seem to be a lot of young guys around. You've noticed, right?" Dillon paused, then caught on, "Oh, you mean the casting for CC Pearls' new face? Yeah, they're looking for fresh faces, mostly in their twenties. Why do you ask?" Casper suddenly felt self-conscious, running a hand over his face. "Dillon, am I getting old?" "Mr. Casper, what nonsense! You're not just a pretty face, and you're definitely not old." "No, I think I am," Casper sighed, feeling like Eliza might be losing interest. "Can you pick up sskincare stuff for me? I've got to take care of this face." Dillon was taken aback. "Really? At your age, you've still got a ways to go before wrinkles show up." "Is this pre-wedding jitters?" Dillon teased, leaning in with a grin. "Did you and Eliza have a tiff?" "Yesterday, Kate sent a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmessage nothing out of the ordinary but Eliza got suspicious, wouldn't drop it. I think she's just looking for a fight. It feels like she's losing interest." Casper looked genuinely hurt, as if he'd been falsely accused.
Dillon couldn't help but chuckle, "Mr. Casper, Eliza's likely just a bit jealous over Kate's message. It's not about these young guys. Don't jump to conclusions." "Really? She's not losing interest?" Casper asked, squinting.
"Not at all. Eliza isn't like that. What did Kate even send?" Vol
"Nothing important. Just sI and random stuff, so I blocked her,"m improved a notch. "Let's get that meeting with Allysha Casper's mood set up. I'll handle it personally." "On it, Mr. Casper."
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