"Whoa! Listen to you! Your wife doesn't take her job seriously and now you're making it my fault and threatening to fire ? Who do you think you are? My boss? The president of our company? Well, fine! Fire , then. But do it quickly. Because if you don't, Blair will be cleaning out her desk tomorrow!" the manager retorted.
No one had ever talked back to Wesley like this. With a sneer he hung up and dialed another number.
"Yeah, it's . I need a favor. There's a corporation called Sailboat Company. Get the translation departnt manager fired, and replace her with Blair Jing."
So by the ti Blair's alarm went off and she opened her bleary eyes, she was now the translation departnt manager. She didn't even know.
The minute she turned on her phone, she found it was flooded with congratulatory ssages.
If she was sleepy before, now she was wide awake. Round-eyed, she read each ssage. 'What's going on? Am I still sleeping? Is this a dream?' she thought to herself.
She stretched, yawned, and still felt sleepy. So she decided to get so more sleep. Then Wesley burst into her room, waking her up. "Ti to get up. Lunch is ready."
Blair ignored him and grabbed her phone. Those congratulatory ssages were still there, and there were more on top of that. So it wasn't a dream!
It was true! She sat up abruptly and looked at Wesley. "I just got promoted!"
"Congratulations!" he said calmly.
She was too shocked to notice anything unusual about his tone. He didn't seem excited or surprised at all. "Did Orion do this?" she muttered, her eyes still fixed on the ssages.
Wesley was disappointed. 'I did everything and Orion gets all the credit.'
He took a new outfit from the closet and said, "Eat first. Then I'll drop you off."
"What's for lunch?" asked Blair absent-mindedly.
"Rice."
"So who cooked?"
"I did."
She raised her head in surprise. "You?" 'Is it edible?' she wondered.
Wesley noticed the suspicious look on her face. "Don't believe ?"
"That's not what I ant," she explained hastily as she got off the bed.
' to any ti off. Why did he decide to fire ? Tell !"
Rebecca Qin had been employed there for over ten years. She had earned her position. But now, out of the blue, she was fired by Blair's husband, soone who wasn't even part of the company. That was too much for her to accept.
Blair thought she needed to talk to Wesley about this. She took her phone from her purse and called him.
When his phone rang, Wesley was just pulling into the complex where her dorm was. He could guess why she was calling.
"Hi, honey," he answered. Blair blushed at the way he addressed her. "Hi yourself. I have to ask you sothing."
"Sure," he said.
She looked at Rebecca. "Did you know my manager was fired?"
"Yes."
"Did you do it?"
"Yeah," Wesley admitted.
Blair gasped and bowed her head. She wore the new pair of shoes Wesley had bought for her. "Why would you do that?" she asked in a low voice. "What did she do to you?"
"Why do you care? She giving you a hard ti?" Wesley asked.
"No, just curious."
"Well, don't be. If she has a problem with it, she can give a call."
Blair was out of sorts over what he said. How could she possibly not wonder about this? Her boss, her...whatever he was. "Don't do this. I don't want to be a manager. Could you give her job back?"
She thought since Wesley could get Rebecca fired, he must have a way to stop this.
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