Cloe gave her a round of applause, "This is why you're the boss."
"Do you need sothing? Why are you flattering so much?"
Cloe coughed a little and smiled sheepishly, "Actually, I was hoping that you'd go with to pick the ring."
"Do you think I'm the right person for that job?" asked Raelle.
"Oh, co on! Even your dry comnts would be better than being confused all by myself."
"Why don't you take my sister instead?" suggested Raelle.
"But we are not that familiar with each other. But if you bring her, I don't mind. The more, the rrier."
Raelle didn't outright refuse her but thought about it before saying, "I'll talk to Wai and ask for her opinion. Then I'll let you know."
"You agreed?" asked Cloe in disbelief. "You really agreed before I beg?"
"How many tis have I made you beg in front of ?" asked Raelle.
Cloe coughed and looked away, "Oh, speaking of your sister, that reminded , where is your brother? What did you do that day that he didn't co again to our office?"
Even though Raelle knew she purposely changed the topic, she still went along with her, "He is busy with his son. Why would he have ti for ?"
"Son?" asked Cloe. "Lately, everyone is reminding that I'm old and all alone."
"You're only feeling that way because deep down, you always wanted a kid of your own."
Cloe pursed her lips and didn't refute. Instead, she sighed to herself. "Well, I want to be a good mother, Raelle. I want to prove that I'm capable to giving the love to my child that my mother never gave ."
"Just to prove that you're not like your mother, you want a kid?"
"That's not it," said Cloe. "You know I love kids. I always did. I even can't bring myself to hate the kid of my sister. After all, why should I put the sins of his parents on his head and punish him?"
"Is that why you let your mother keep blackmailing you on the na of that nephew?"
"It won't happen in the future."
"I'll wait for that future."
"You just have no faith in ," said Cloe. "But it's okay. I'll prove it to you..." Before she could say anything else, she looked up to see a small crowd gathered in front of the reception desk of their office. She frowned to herself. "What's happening here?"
"Go over and find out," said Raelle.
"Okay," agreed Cloe and rushed over. Obviously, she wouldn't let Raelle squeeze inn the crowd. In fact, the crowd would disperse once they knew that Raelle was there but Cloe first wanted to figure out what was the situation so she left Raelle aside and went in to find out what was going on.
"Madam, I already told you, you don't have an appointnt to see our President. I can't let you go up without an appointnt. Don't make things difficult for here. Yelling here won't help. I'm just following the rules here," the receptionist was saying once Cloe ca.
"You! How dare you stop here! Now, even I have to make an appointnt? Do you know who I even am? Do you want to lose your job? What kind of rules are you following?"
Cloe looked at the luxuriously dressed woman who was speaking and her frown deepened. She didn't know who this woman was who was being so pompous but she didn't like the tone she was using. She had a very bad impression of this person.
"No matter who you are, our President has made it clear that everyone has to make an appointnt or else, you can't see her," said the receptionist trying to keep her voice as polite and professional as possible in the face of this unreasonable woman. In fact, inwardly, she was really mad right now. This woman had already insulted her for the past fifteen minutes and kept going back and forth about the sa issue.
First of all, she didn't know who this woman was. And even if she knew, she still wasn't obliged to just give her a free pass to the President's office. After all, even President Raelle's husband had to make an appointnt before seeing her. Last week, President Raelle's brother was here and even he had the permission from President Raelle and that's why he was allowed to go up and sit.
If they let just anyone up, where would their rules go?
She still had to stand her ground to save her job because everyone knew that President Raelle valued principles and rules very much. She wouldn't break it for anyone.
"I told you to call Raelle and tell her that I'm here. She'll definitely let go up," said the woman.
"President Raelle isn't in the office. I told you that already."
"And I told you then let go up and wait for her in her office."
"You don't have the permission for that."
"You little girl are very stubborn. Are you even listening? Family doesn't need appointnts. I'm her aunt. How can I be not allowed to enter her office and wait for her? How dare you stop ?"
Cloe's brows quirked up when she heard that. 'Aunt?' she repeated to herself and wondered where did this aunt crawled up from.
"Madam, we receive at least a hundred people in a month who claims to be President Raelle's relatives. Do you think we have the free ti to let them in? If you are her aunt, please call her yourself and I'll let you go in once I get the instructions to do so. Or else, don't make it difficult for and let work. You're wasting my ti and if you're really President Raelle's aunt, you should know what she treasures the most is ti."
Cloe's lips curled up. She gave a nod of acknowledgent. She had to say, this receptionist was good. Very good at her work, for sure.
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