The waiter served the al, and Oliver Turner poured her a glass of red wine: "Have a drink."
"Alright." Faye Townsend also picked up her wine glass, shook it slightly, and took a small sip.
"Why did you agree so readily today? What’s the second thing you wanted to say?"
"Do you have ti tomorrow evening? I need to ask you for a favor."
Oliver Turner’s lips curled into a smile: "Since you’re asking , I’ll make ti even if I don’t have any.
What are we doing? It must be very important."
"I have a class reunion tomorrow evening.
You need to pretend to be my boyfriend."
"Fiancé." Oliver Turner raised an eyebrow: "Why not go all the way, it’s better."
Faye Townsend thought for a mont and nodded: "Alright, fiancé then."
Oliver Turner took a sip of red wine: "What a pity."
"What’s wrong?"
"If only this fiancé thing were true, that would be so much better.
Seriously, when do you plan to make things official with ."
"Don’t talk as if you’re a mistress right now."
Oliver Turner gave her a look: "Am I not? I feel like no matter how I calculate it, I’m improper in na and word.
I’m neither the father of your child nor the person you love the most in your heart.
Tell , how has Oliver Turner fallen to such a state.
When we first made a deal, I should have made you being my woman a condition."
Faye Townsend laughed: "Okay, let’s eat."
Oliver Turner sipped his red wine: "But why do you care so much about this class reunion? Is it that important?"
Faye Townsend grinned and smiled: "My once best girlfriend and her boyfriend will also be there."
"That Zenia Yates and Hunter Warren? No wonder you took out to dinner.
Feel like using is wronging ?"
Faye Townsend lifted her glass of red wine: "Let’s drink as an apology first."
"There’s no need for that, I’m always willing to be used by you.
In this day and age, isn’t it all about consent on both sides?"
Faye Townsend looked down, her expression turning a bit solemn: "Oliver, thank you, really."
"Don’t thank ; thanks are for strangers.
I’ve always hoped you would beco my significant other.
So let’s leave the thanks out from now on.
We don’t need it between us.
Alright, I’ll give it my all tomorrow. Let’s eat."
"Okay." Faye Townsend nodded, feeling less guilty now thanks to his kindness.
The following day, Faye Townsend went to the company to get familiar with the business.
The scale of Townsend Corporation was not inferior to when her parents were alive.
It’s just that the employees’ morale was not as cohesive as before.
This ti she entered the company, the young receptionist downstairs did not stop her.
Faye Townsend headed straight for Richard Townsend’s office.
His secretary was sitting at the door applying makeup.
Seeing Faye Townsend, the secretary quickly hid her makeup mirror and stood up sowhat nervously: "Director Townsend."
Faye Townsend looked over the seductively dressed female secretary, a flicker of displeasure crossed her eyes.
Not to ntion that her skirt was barely covering her backside.
And that strapless tight-fitting top...
If a man cos to visit, probably no need to look at anything else except for her cleavage.
Only here the view is exceptionally good.
Faye Townsend frowned and crossed her arms, looking at her. The evaluative stare made the secretary feel afraid.
"Director Townsend... is there a problem?"
"Does the company have a dress code for secretaries on duty?"
The secretary looked down at her clothing: "Director Townsend says he likes dressing this way for work.
He says it’s pleasing to the eye."
"Pleasing to the eye?" She only saw vulgarity.
"Go find the company’s staff regulations now and read them carefully.
Dress according to the company’s policies.
If you step into the company dressed like this again, you can submit your resignation letter and leave.
Otherwise, I will definitely fire you."
The secretary looked at her with a wronged face: "But Director Townsend said..."
"Now what he says doesn’t count. This place is for training excellent employees, not for cultivating bar hostesses."
After speaking, she pushed the door and entered Richard Townsend’s office, but it was already ten o’clock; the office was empty.
Faye Townsend was so angry that she couldn’t help it, she turned and looked coldly at the secretary: "Where is Richard Townsend."
"I don’t know."
"Did he co to work today?"
The secretary lowered her head, "I... don’t know."
"Don’t know? What kind of secretary are you, always answering with ’I don’t know.’
What did Townsend Corporation hire you for, to be a vase?
I don’t need a vase here.
Call Richard Townsend right now."
The secretary hurriedly picked up the desk phone and dialed Richard Townsend’s number.
Faye Townsend casually pressed the speakerphone button.
Richard Townsend’s frivolous teasing voice ca from the other end: "Darling, what’s up, miss ?
Too bad, big brother is hugging a beauty in his arms, sleeping right now.
Can’t et you today."
"Is that so, you’re living quite the good life, aren’t you?"
Faye Townsend’s embracing voice also slowly arose.
Imdiately from the other end ca a surprised shout: "Faye Townsend? Isn’t this the secretary’s office phone?
What’s going on, you went to the company today?"
"Yes, if I didn’t go to the office, how would I know my dear brother is so busy?
Flirting with the secretary and even sleeping with a beauty.
You’re so busy, how could you have the mind to work.
In the future, why don’t you just not show up at all? I see, even if I arrange a position for you, you wouldn’t care, so you might as well submit your resignation."
"Faye Townsend, who are you threatening, the company is mine, you..."
Faye Townsend imdiately interrupted him, her voice cold: "What makes the company yours?
Just because you’re Edward Townsend’s eldest son, you claim the company is yours?
What a joke, do you have a single cent of shares?
No? Then don’t talk nonsense, the company is mine."
"You damn girl, you..."
"Listen, show up in the office within half an hour, or pack up your stuff and get lost.
I won’t give you a penny in the future, go be a beggar."
After she finished speaking, she directly hung up the phone.
The female secretary looked at Faye Townsend with slight fear, her face a bit tense.
Faye Townsend looked at her with arms folded: "What’s your relationship with Richard Townsend?"
"I... I am... Director Townsend’s secretary."
"If you don’t tell the truth, then from today on you are no longer his secretary."
The secretary pouted, obviously unhappy, it seed like she wasn’t used to being talked down to.
Faye Townsend sneered: "Are you his mistress?"
The secretary didn’t speak.
"You even followed a scumbag like Richard Townsend, you really can think big."
"It was Director Townsend who took a fancy to ."
Faye Townsend felt she had nothing in common with such people.
Moreover, she couldn’t understand the thoughts of these won.
Just because a man has money, would they give up their bodies?
She really didn’t understand why so people could engage in such things with money as a prerequisite.
Or did she think she could influence Richard Townsend’s heart?
Won always tend to indulge in wishful thinking, just like she once fantasized about a child that wasn’t hers.
Forget it, this is Richard Townsend’s private life, it has nothing to do with her, she wouldn’t get involved.
She glanced at the secretary’s empty desk and raised an eyebrow: "Where are your work materials?"
"I... don’t have any."
"Don’t have any? Then what are you doing sitting here? Playing the door god?"
"I am specially hired by Director Townsend to maintain appearances."
Maintain appearances? That’s laughable, "Which school did you graduate from?"
"Anchester Film and Television Institute."
No wonder, that fits Richard Townsend’s style, the looks, the figure...
"My advice to you is to start not coming to work from tomorrow.
Because I will not accept employees who do nothing for the company."
After finishing speaking, Faye Townsend gave her a cold look and turned to leave.
She went to her own office; since she had not officially taken the position, she had not chosen a secretary yet.
Sitting in the office, Oliver Turner’s secretary pushed in a stack of docunts.
"Director Townsend, these are the project proposals Townsend Corporation has worked on over the past six years; Director Turner asked to bring them for your review."
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