Editor: Henyee Translations
"Could Anita have boarded the plane? But why didn’t she tell ?" Owen, who had put down his phone, said to himself.
"CEO, the flowers have been sent. What do you think?" Bruce was also extrely attentive today. He carried the flowers into Owen’s office and said.
Owen listened to Bruce and looked at the large bouquet of flowers he was holding. It was obvious that it had taken a lot of effort to prepare the bouquet.
The entire bouquet was not made of old-fashioned red roses. Instead, it was made of cappuccino and champagne roses, and a few eucalyptus leaves. The bouquet was also wrapped in pink.
"There are a total of 99 flowers, and it represents everlasting love. I specially instructed the florist to make them," Bruce said when he saw Owen staring at the flowers without saying anything.
"Well, not bad, not bad," Owen finally said while looking at the flowers and then at Bruce.
Bruce heaved a sigh of relief. It wasn’t easy to get the approval of his CEO. "President, what ti is Miss Anita’s plane arriving? When are we leaving?"
Owen didn’t know how to answer Bruce. He didn’t know what ti Anita’s plane would arrive, but it would be too embarrassing for him to say that.
"President, when are we leaving?" Bruce asked again when he saw that Owen didn’t answer.
"What’s the hurry? I’ll let you know when it’s ti," Owen said while glancing at Bruce.
"Okay, I’ll wait for you outside first. The car is ready for you. We can set off anyti." Bruce turned around and walked out of the office.
When Bruce went out, Owen sat on the stool again. There was still no ssage on his phone. Now, he was sure that Anita wouldn’t reply to him, but what had happened?
"Why did Anita suddenly not pick up his calls or reply to his ssages?" Owen thought in confusion.
At this mont, he actually didn’t know when he was going to pick Anita up. When the ti ca, he even began to wonder if Anita would co back today.
"President, it’s already past five. Are we leaving? Miss Anita will be angry if we’re late, right?" Bruce knocked on Owen’s office door again to remind him.
Owen had been wondering if he should go to the airport, but now, he was suddenly determined. "Co on, let’s go now." He picked up his clothes from the hanger and walked out.
Bruce was right. Just because Anita didn’t reply to his ssage didn’t an she wouldn’t be back today.
If she didn’t see him when she got off the plane, she might be even sadder. So no matter what, he had to wait for her at the airport. Even if sothing was going to happen, he had to see Anita imdiately.
Five o’clock was rush hour, so on the way to the airport, there was a lot of traffic. Even though the driver had avoided the crowded route, it still took them more than an hour to reach the airport.
When they reached the airport, they parked the car in the underground parking lot and took the elevator to the arrival hall. "President, which flight is Miss Anita on?" Bruce asked Owen.
Owen said nothing. He looked up and started searching. There weren’t many direct flights from London, England to the United States.
He watched for a while before two flights finally appeared on the screen. One of them would arrive an hour later. Owen glanced at it in a daze and was sure that if Anita ca back today, the flight would be this one.
"President, what are you looking at?" Bruce asked when he saw Owen staring straight ahead.
"Nothing. Anita should be here in an hour," Owen said, looking away from Bruce.
"President, let’s sit here for a while. This position is very good. Miss Anita should be able to discover us as soon as she cos out," Bruce said as he arranged the large bouquet of roses in his hand again. He was afraid that he would crush the flowers along the way. He was extrely careful.
Now that the large bouquet of roses was in his arms, his face was almost covered. This amused Owen, who was standing beside him. "Okay, go sit there. It’s been hard on you to hold this large bouquet of roses."
"President, aren’t you going to sit here?" Bruce asked Owen.
"Go ahead and leave alone," Owen said without looking at Bruce.
Bruce listened to Owen and didn’t say anything else. The bouquet was indeed a little big, and it was quite heavy to hold for a long ti. His arms were sore, so he nodded and walked to the chair beside him.
Owen stood alone in front of the passageway to the lobby. From ti to ti, he had to look at the large electronic screen in front of him. He was afraid that Anita wouldn’t be on this flight, but he was also afraid that this flight would be late.
He waited and looked at his phone from ti to ti to see if there was a ssage from Anita to reply to. Finally, he heard the announcent for the arrival hall.
"Hello, everyone. The flight from London, England, to New York, Arica, has landed."
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