Erik, it seed, was clever enough to have realized that Savannah had a special relationship with his boss. As a result, Erik had arranged for the two of them to be in the sa room – to please Dylan, no doubt.
"You can go down first," Dylan didn't bla Erik for making the arrangent without his permission, and Erik Naik left as soon as he got the order.
Dylan walked into the room.
Savannah stayed at the threshold, unsure of who she should bla. Finally, she hurried in with Dylan.
"Hey, wait!"
"What's up?" He stopped and turned to her. He knew what she was trying to say.
"You should talk to Mr. Naik," Savannah looked around the suite as she said. It was a classic luxury suite.
"Why?" He asked in a deliberate tone.
"Arrange a room for !" She said angrily. He must have deliberately ordered Erik Naik to make such an arrangent!
"Didn't you hear that? Erik said it's a busy season. No available room now," Dylan said, easily evading her request.
She gritted her teeth. "Erik shut down this floor for you, which ans you are the only guest on this floor now. All of the other rooms are available!"
"Don't you know what reserved rooms are? So guests have booked the rooms, but they haven't checked in yet," Dylan said.
"You're the boss!" Savannah insisted, "We are here on a business trip, and your subordinates and staff in Chicago will think I have sothing going on with you if we stay in the sa room. This is not good!"
He raised his lips with a charming smile, "As you said, I'm the boss. Who would dare say anything?"
She was ready to cry.
"Well, take a break, and we will et the client right away."
It was the first ti for this little woman to et a client. She was a little nervous. The most important thing now was to build up her energy.
"Do I really have to stay with you?" Savannah bit her lip.
He shrugged. "You have no choice. Naik had only prepared one suite."
Well, he seed innocent, but she thought he must be very pleased.
Dylan saw her unhappy face, slightly frowning, and then picked up the intercom on the coffee table.
"Who are you calling?" Savannah asked.
He held the receiver in the air, "If Erik didn't do a good job, then I can fire him."
Fire people again? Savannah took a deep breath and quickly stopped him. "You don't need…"
"Since he's not capable of handling such a simple thing, what's the use of having him?" Dylan insisted.
Savannah was helpless, knowing that he was sure to do it if she still wanted another room. "I'll stay here. Don't fire anyone." She said, giving in.
She had already been the topic of lots of gossips since Miller was fired. If Erik was fired because of her, she thought the whole group would regard her as evil. And to be honest, there was nothing wrong with Erik Naik himself!
"Are you sure?" Dylan stared at her.
"Don't fire him."
Dylan nodded with satisfaction. "You should get to know your surroundings first."
Savannah accepted her fate, and without further resistance, she walked around the suite slowly.
Dylan was right not to prepare any luggage, as the suite had everything they could want and need.
Half an hour later, Erik Naik, as well as two other employees, arrived to deliver a few sets of won's clothes and underwear to Savannah. And, shortly after, Erik Naik ca back again.
"Mr. Sterling, Keith Cooley of the CBR Group, and his secretary have arrived. They are in the banquet hall."
The CBR Group was the largest local real estate company in Chicago. It was also the target business partner of the Sterling group. Keith Cooley, one of the highest-ranking individuals in the group, was also the big client Devin wanted.
Knowing the importance of this business to Dylan, Savannah beca nervous again. She was afraid that she would have a negative effect on him with her poor performance as his secretary.
Dylan, seeing her uneasiness, approached her and lowered his head, "You don't have to do anything. Just be there for and take notes."
His voice was low, llow, and reassuring, giving her a sense of security. She nodded. Well, the role of a secretary in a business dinner was just a beautiful companion. The two-headed to the dining hall to et Mr.Cooley for dinner.
Mr. Cooley was over 40 years old and slightly overweight. He was a middle-aged, successful man, and beside him was a beautiful young woman – his secretary, Lily.
Probably because of the few swallows of whiskey in the plane, Savannah felt her nerves fade away and felt much calr now. She sat behind Dylan, holding a notebook.
Dylan always ca to the point directly in the business. This ti was not an exception. He proposed the idea for partnership and suggested that they should sign the contract tonight.
Mr. Cooley, however, gave a dry smile.
"To be honest, Mr. Sterling, I'd like to cooperate with the Sterling group, of course, but I have promised Devin Yontz that I will sign with him."
Savannah glanced at Mr. Cooley. Sure enough, Devin had already contacted Mr. Cooley in advance and wanted to take the credit.
Devin must have made so large promises to Mr. Cooley so that Mr. Cooley was biased towards him.
Dylan kept a straight face. "Devin is my nephew and the vice- president of the Sterling group. It's the sa to sign with ."
"Yes, it is the sa, but Devin is your junior, and he said he wanted to get so performance in front of old Sterling. I want to give him a chance, too. I have promised him, and it is not easy to break my word."
Dylan's expression clouded.
Just then, Lily's cell phone vibrated.
"Excuse , please, Mr.Cooley," she said, standing up.
"Go ahead."
Savannah noticed a flash of sothing silver when Lily flicked and walked out of the banquet hall.
Lily wore a platinum bracelet on her wrist.
The style of the bracelet was unique. It was unmistakably the work of Rosa, a well-known jewelry designer in LA.
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