Chapter 8
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Wilona sat in her office, her eyes scanning several proposals containing data on prospective new employees that had been sorted by her staff beforehand.
Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk as she read through the details, assessing their feasibility.
Several subsidiaries were in need of additional staff and Wilona had learned that there were several things in the company's employee recruitment process that could be cut, so that it would not be too long and convoluted.
She did not want the company to waste too much money just to hold this and that test, in the new employee recruitment process. Moreover, the staff needed were experienced workers.
Wilona had been working for more than a week and she had been studying and working hard to learn the best system that could be used by the company in human capital matters.
Especially in terms of employee recruitment, Wilona checked that there were still prospective employees who were accepted into the company through an insider connection system and it was later discovered that the employees were completely incompetent.
Wilona wanted to cut a system like that, since she held the highest position in human capital in the company.
Just as she was about to approve one, her phone buzzed. She looked at the notification on the flat object’s screen and sighed.
It was an incoming message from Josh, her annoying neighbor.
[Hey, help me choose curtains for my apartment tonight? Also, let's have dinner.]
Wilona sighed and leaned back in her chair. Shee had no interest in playing interior designer for Josh, especially not when she had so much work to do.
[I'm busy. Find someone else.] She replied curtly.
Almost immediately, Josh’s response popped up.
[The shirt was expensive. It was a gift from my mother. You have to pay the price for the nostalgia, too. She passed away a long time ago, but I am still sad.]
Wilona frowned at the message. She knew exactly what Josh was doing, guilt-tripping her.
[You’re using me again. I should’ve just bought you that damn shirt instead of dealing with this nonsense.] She typed back.
Still, curiosity got the better of her.
[What the brand? I will buy it and our business will end.]
[Try searching for the Gio Fergazza brand, a type of Indian silk thread with a double stitch sewing model.] Josh replied. He even added a winking face emoticon at the end of his message.
Wilona did not reply to the message and quickly did a search. She would buy not just one, maybe two or three shirts like Josh mentioned, so that the man would stop pestering her.
Her eyes widened slightly. It was indeed exorbitantly priced. And Josh was not lying. The shirt was a special order and limited edition. Gio Fergazza himself made it. For that sake Josh!
Who is he, actually? A king of the world?
So, let alone buying two or three, even the shirt designer did not make shirts like that anymore at the request of his last client, a wealthy noblewoman. Maybe, she was the grandmother Josh said before. The shirt was only made once and only one. Josh wore it and she ruined it.
She exhaled sharply, debating how to avoid this situation altogether.
Before she could type out a response, her office door swung open. Aaron, stepped inside with a wide smile on his face.
“All top directors are required in the main meeting room this afternoon,” Aaron announced. “The new chairman is finally arriving and wants to meet all the directors over dinner.”
Wilona raised an eyebrow. "So, the heir finally decided to show up to meet his people."
Aaron laughed. "He's very busy. You know, his grandfather was a very disciplined man and a tireless hard worker. I'm sure he's under a lot of pressure too, receiving such a large inheritance. Mr. William even started educating him when he was in junior high school."
"Poor thing," Wilona said. "The idea that being a millionaire is easy and fun must be just a myth for certain people."
Aaron nodded. "Don't be late. You don't want to give a bad impression on the introduction day."
"Okay. I'll sort out all these proposals and get ready."
Aaron went out and Wilona quickly took the phone and typed a message for Josh. She was a little happy because she had an excuse she could give to Josh. This meeting with the new chairman was very important.
[Can’t help you tonight. I have important office meeting.]
Josh responded almost instantly.
[I’ll still invite you to dinner. See you soon.]
Awin sighed, shaking her head. Josh never took no for an answer.
The meeting room was abuzz with energy as the directors gathered, murmuring excitedly about the new chairman. Rumors painted him as a young but extraordinary genius.
"Isn't this the first time he's appeared in public? Previously, we only heard his name, and he rarely appeared even though he was entrusted with the responsibility of managing several companies overseas."
"Mr. William loves and protects him very much. I heard that he was kidnapped when he was a teenager and Mr. William had to spend a lot of money to release him."
"Yes, that's true. Since then, Mr. William has hidden his grandson's identity and he has always been overseas."
Wilona listened to all the conversations with great interest.
Wilona tried to focus, but nature called, and she had to excuse herself to the restroom.
As she exited, rolling down her sleeves, she saw someone stepping out of the elevator. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Josh?!” she hissed, grabbing Josh’s wrist before he could walk further into the meeting room door. “What are you doing here?”
Josh smiled mischievously. “Oh, hi Wilona. Dinner invitation, remember? The curtain can wait, actually. Tonight just dinner.”
Wilona clenched her jaw. “You can’t just barge into my workplace like this! Leave before--”
“Wilona?”
A sharp voice cut through his reprimand. Wilona stiffened and turned to see Aaron standing by the meeting room doors, arms crossed, his expression disapproving.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in the meeting?” Aaron asked.
Wilona swallowed hard, his grip on Josh loosening.
Josh, on the other hand, simply smiled as if nothing was amiss. He turned around and what he said next, made Wilona's chin almost fall to the floor.
"Hello, Mr. Jerome. Sorry I am late. Has the meeting started?"
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