Zayne Warner didn’t say a word, instead, Mr. Chase chuckled and said, "Not at all, Mr. Warner was sent by the family to get familiar with the business. In a couple of years, he’ll take over the family business."
Vera Ford was secretly shocked. A surna like Warner, could it be... The Red Circle Warner Clan?
This convalescent ho is quite high-end, rumors about the owner behind it are varied, but nobody has ever figured out which family is behind the institution. Unexpectedly, it’s connected to the Warner family.
And even more unexpected, this person is actually the major owner behind the institution.
She imdiately gave her all, because if she could persuade this young successor, perhaps all the dical institutions under the Warner Family would order drugs from her. If she could land this deal, she’d have a firm footing when she transferred to the headquarters.
However, the young heir of the Warner family seed disinterestingly indifferent. No matter how hard Vera tried, he didn’t speak, just kept fiddling with his phone.
A sense of frustration washed over Vera; it’s her first ti being so thoroughly ignored after doing sales for so long.
Elara Hale kept her head down, not saying much.
Vera felt sowhat resentful. Usually, she seed quite competent; how co, at a crucial mont, she acted like a mute?
Could it be she really misjudged her?
Even Jean Dunn was better, at least she chid in with so words.
They waited for a long ti until finally the Warner family’s young master put down his phone. Vera quickly spoke up, "Mr. Warner, I’ve heard..."
Just as she was about to start her pitch, Zayne Warner’s gaze landed on Elara Hale, with so surprise, uncertainly he spoke, "Elara... Junior?"
Elara hadn’t expected he’d rember her and quickly called out, "Senior Warner."
He was a senior she t at university, president of the photography club. She had joined for interest and followed so activities then.
But Qin SiSi joined later and, for so inexplicable reason, targeted her, forcing her to quit the club.
Years later, running into the senior from her university days was surprising, especially that he could still recognize her.
Although she recognized Senior Warner earlier, due to his status, she didn’t dare to speak up for fear of being thought a poser.
Now that Senior Warner has spoken first, she naturally wouldn’t pretend not to know him.
Zayne Warner was also quite pleased, "Didn’t expect it’s really you, Junior, you haven’t changed a bit all these years, living well I presu?"
Elara smiled, "Yeah, I’m alright, but compared to Senior, I’m far behind."
"Oh, co on," Zayne waved his hand, "I’m just muddling through. Are you selling drugs now?"
Seeing that he brought the topic to work, Elara quickly said, "Yes, I’m now a pharmaceutical representative. Our company recently launched two new drugs on the market, which have good effects on preventing and treating Alzheir’s, and besides, we also have..."
She took out the docunts and introduced them to Zayne Warner one by one.
Zayne Warner listened with great interest, and after hearing her out, said to Elara, "You’re my junior, of course, I need to support your work. Here’s the plan, let Old Chase’s institution try it first, and if there are no issues, we can promote it corporation-wide."
Mr. Chase promptly responded, "Yes, yes."
Elara was montarily stunned before reacting and quickly thanked him, "Senior, our company’s drugs et the highest industry standards, you won’t be disappointed."
Beside them, Vera and Jean Dunn were stunned by this big surprise.
This was an order covering the entire Warner Group!
Even if this order primarily benefited Elara, as teammates, they would also get quite a few benefits.
No need to ntion Jean Dunn; Vera no longer had to worry about her move to headquarters—just this advantage alone made her willing to forgo her commission.
Elara was well-prepared and signed an intention agreent with Mr. Chase on the spot. Once the contract was signed later, it would be a done deal.
Elara was thrilled and ssaged Zara Dalton and Esther Carter on the way back to the company, "I hit it big today, landed a big deal, dinner tonight?"
Zara Dalton and Esther Carter cheered enthusiastically and quickly settled on a dining venue.
However, what puzzled Elara was Esther Carter’s proactive suggestion, "Elara, bring your hubby along, let’s all get together."
Elara thought for a mont; Zion Fitzwilliam indeed hadn’t joined a gathering with them yet. Since they were all sisters, he shouldn’t be left out.
She opened Zion Fitzwilliam’s WeChat and sent a ssage, "Are you free tonight? I closed a big deal today, treating you, Zara, and Esther to dinner."
After a while, Zion replied, "Sure, send the address."
Elara forwarded the address they received from Zara, receiving an "ok" from Zion in return.
She couldn’t help but smile; Zion Fitzwilliam really didn’t show many stereotypical gay traits, his speech and actions were simple and direct, and he had a straightforward masculine charm.
But he was considerate and detailed, often noticing the finer points, making her feel he must be gay, and probably a bottom like Zara.
No straight guy is so considerate.
However, his looks held a sowhat aggressive aura, attacking with an aggressive vibe, leaving his exact nature unclear.
Elara’s thoughts wandered in random directions.
After work that evening, she splurged and took a taxi to the appointed dining place.
Now she had tens of thousands, practically a little rich lady, and if things went smoothly with Zayne Warner, her commission would be quite a sum.
Taking a cab was a small thing.
Zara Dalton and Esther Carter had already arrived, muttering about sothing in the private room. When they saw Elara co in, they asked nervously, "Where’s your hubby?"
Elara felt a bit awkward, "Don’t call him that, we’re just married in na. He’s probably still busy; insurance sales have irregular hours."
Esther Carter nodded, "Alright, that’s fine as long as he cos."
Zara echoed, "Yes, that’s fine."
anwhile, Grandma Fitzwilliam had contacted the two of them again, very unhappy with their progress. This ti, she even added them on WeChat, created a group, and promised that as long as they made substantial progress and shared a photo in the group, they’d each get a ten thousand reward.
They whimpered; they didn’t really want to, but Grandma Fitzwilliam’s offer was simply too generous.
Bringing soone out for a al and taking a photo to upload for ten thousand, who wouldn’t be tempted?
They weren’t betraying a friend; they were helping a friend move past the shadows of a previous relationship while pocketing so compensation, not asking too much, right?
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