The girls’ hearts were beating fast.
"He seems to be looking at President Monroe," one girl observed.
"Wow~ really, it’s true. Who is he to President Monroe? Brother? Boyfriend? Husband? It’d be great if he were a boyfriend or husband."
Ivana Monroe overheard the fangirling conversation behind her, and her fair cheeks flushed red.
Leon Keane saw Ivana Monroe co out and walked over briskly, his handso face lifting into a gentle smile: "Coming down so late? You must be starving, right? Let take you out for lunch."
Ivana was a bit surprised; had Leon been waiting for her here for a long ti?
Ivana didn’t answer Leon but asked instead, "Have you had lunch yet?"
Leon shook his head: "No, I was waiting for you."
Oscar Olsen was surprised and felt like he was being fed dog food*; he touched his nose, suspecting Leon was doing it on purpose, flaunting Ivana as his wife in front of him.
If Oscar was sensible, he should leave now.
But Oscar didn’t want to leave; he had helped Ivana and was almost dead tired and starving. Ivana inviting him to lunch was expected, and he didn’t want his stomach to suffer because of this man.
The female employees all covered their mouths in shock! Wow! They guessed right, President Monroe’s husband!
President Monroe’s husband is so affectionate! Waiting with an empty stomach to eat with her!
"President Monroe, I suddenly want to go ho and eat, I’ll leave first then..."
"My ho has food too, I’m leaving!"
"I have instant noodles at ho, I..."
The female employees were more sensitive in their thoughts, unlike Oscar. They didn’t want to disturb Ivana and Leon’s al.
Ivana’s face turned red, and she tried to keep the employees: "Don’t go, I promised I’d treat you all."
The female employees, feeling it’s inappropriate to stay, collectively refused.
Ivana gave Leon a reproachful glance. These ladies had worked so hard today; having them go ho hungry was really not right, even if they didn’t mind, their parents would think she was an unkind boss who let employees work while starving.
"Everyone wait, I’ve already ordered lunch, counted per head. Thank you all for your hard work for GK’s sales today. Let’s have lunch together before you go ho!"
Leon’s voice carried a magnetic quality, embodying the deanor of a president; none of the employees could refuse his words. The female employees sensed Leon’s powerful aura, and they didn’t have the courage to turn him down.
But they were so happy!
President Monroe’s husband is so thoughtful and considerate! They began to look forward to the lunch Leon had ordered.
Ivana naturally followed Leon to his car.
Several female employees just prepared to follow, but a solemnly dressed middle-aged man stepped in front of them, smiling, saying: "I’m President Kane’s driver, please follow ."
President Kane’s driver? President Monroe’s husband has the last na Kane?
Woah!
The top executive dad* in Ravenswood also has the last na Kane... What’s his full na again?
The female employees couldn’t recall, they followed the driver to a stretch Rolls-Royce, unable to control their squeals of delight.
President Monroe’s husband must be the executive dad for sure.
These executive dads know how to treat their employees; even taking them to als in a Rolls-Royce! They wanted photos to post on social dia for bragging.
They could say they’ve ridden in a stretch Rolls-Royce.
Oscar originally intended to follow Ivana, but when the driver appeared suddenly, he hesitated, realizing that if he had to ride, Leon, that petty man, would most likely not let him ride.
Oscar touched his growling stomach, determined that the al was a must.
Oscar, being a gentleman, silently followed behind the female employees, letting them go first. Once the last female employee got into the Rolls-Royce, it was finally his turn to board.
The driver suddenly closed the car door.
Oscar: "..."
Driver, what do you an?
The driver politely said to Oscar: "Sorry, President Kane only instructed to pick up female employees, not male ones. If you didn’t drive, you’ll have to take a taxi there."
The driver didn’t forget to give Oscar a pained expression: "I’m also working for President Kane; we’re all employees, it’s not easy for any of us, let’s understand each other!"
Oscar’s expression stiffened. "You kidding ?"
Oscar was sure this was Leon, that petty man, purposely instructing the driver to leave him behind.
How inhumane; he did help Ivana, after all.
Even if they’re rivals in love, no need to be so cruel!
The lunch location was at The Sovereign downtown, luxurious private dining rooms with cold dishes already served. As soon as Leon and Ivana arrived, the server imdiately began serving the hot dishes.
At this ti, President Kane and Young Madam Kane must be starving.
The young ladies were thrilled; they didn’t dare scream in front of President Monroe and the executive dad*, yet internally, they were screaming wildly.
Ivana took a seat, and Leon sat beside her.
The young ladies dared not sit near the executive dad, all squeezing into seats across from him, staying far from the executive dad’s position.
Hot dishes ca quickly.
The young ladies’ eyes lit up upon seeing the visually appealing dishes, softly asking: "President Monroe, can I take photos of the food?"
A shy young lady asked: "I want to post on social dia."
The other young ladies also looked at Ivana expectantly.
Ivana smiled: "Sure, everyone is here to eat, be casual, no need to be so tense."
The young ladies were overjoyed; they loved President Monroe!
Won love taking photos—food, beauty, scenic views—all to show a vibrant and enjoyable life.
Even these young ladies were no exception; the appetizing food made for great photos. They snapped pictures of the food, then themselves, and paired up for shots.
After taking the photos, they posted on WeChat: "Happy working at GK~ Receiving a luxurious lunch from President Monroe and the executive dad."
Shortly, comnts from friends, classmates, and relatives appeared.
"Cecilia, if I’m correct, today is your first day at work, right? A Rolls-Royce and a luxurious lunch, such great treatnt?"
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Cecilia, please ask if GK is hiring?"
"Cecilia, Aunt asks, are you really going to work? Or have you snagged a wealthy husband? Be careful, now, rich people can be fickle, and could ditch you soon after."
Cecilia Vance rolled her eyes at her aunt’s comnt, feeling proud and happy at first. It was just that she found a good job; her aunt was really envious.
Ivana’s phone rang; it was Ivy Linden calling. Answering, Ivy’s excited voice ca through.
"Ivana, I’ve sold out all the goods on my side, it’s not enough. What do we do? What do we do? There are many custors still lined up who haven’t bought clothes and won’t leave."
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*Note: "Dog food" in this context refers to public displays of affection seen by singles.
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