If there was no news from Mr. Wright soon, the entire company would be in tears.
"Go to The Waterfront at eleven o'clock, order lunch, and then pack it up to go," Liam said.
"Uh... order lunch?"
Christopher was completely confused.
What time was it now? What was his boss thinking about?
"Uh, what? If I tell you to go, just go." Liam was in a terrible mood, and Christopher was still standing right in front of him.
"Sir, I'll go later. But do you need to sign these documents first? The Milan Fashion House matter is really urgent..."
No matter what, work came first. If he got scolded by Liam and delayed a huge project like Milan Fashion House, he'd be the one blamed in the end.
So, Christopher gathered all his courage, pointed to the mountain of documents on the desk, and spoke cautiously.
As soon as he said that, he braced himself for a scolding. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Liam.
But one second passed... two seconds passed...
Liam still didn't explode. When Christopher looked up at him, Liam had already signed two documents.
Christopher was speechless.
So... sir, you're not angry now?
Next time you're in a good mood, could you please give me a little hint?
As a personal assistant, his salary was high, but if Liam scared him into a heart attack one day, would the money even be enough for his medical bills?
Christopher picked up the Milan Fashion House documents and quickly fled the scene of danger.
As soon as he stepped out, the project manager for Milan Fashion House looked at him expectantly. "Assistant Christopher, how did it go? Did the president sign?"
"Yeah, come back on a good day next time, or I won't be able to help you." Christopher threw the documents at him, pretending to be angry.
"Yes, thank you, Assistant Christopher. I'll treat you to dinner next time." The project manager was in a great mood now that the issue was resolved.
"Forget the dinner. Just buy me some sedatives so I don't get scared to death by the boss sooner or later."
Hearing this, the group of people outside couldn't help but laugh. The tense atmosphere from just a moment ago eased up a lot.
New York Fashion Magazine
As soon as Emma sat down, Ava came to tell her, "Editor-in-Chief, our boss is back." Then she winked at her, as if breathing a sigh of relief.
"Really? That's great. If he hadn't come back, I would have forgotten what my boss even looks like." Although Emma was complaining, she was actually very happy inside.
You know, during the time Joshua was away, she had been the editor-in-chief handling all the big and small issues, and she was going crazy.
"Well, as soon as the boss came back, he called a meeting," Ava said mysteriously.
"What kind of meeting? A criticism meeting? I messed up the magazine a few days ago because of my own reasons. I think I'm going to get criticized." Emma's first reaction was that it was going to be terrible.
Was this the reason Joshua came back to the company early?
Emma had stirred up the magazine, and she had to worry about it.
"Well, I think so. Take care." Ava patted her on the shoulder, took a few steps, then turned back and said enviously, "Editor-in-Chief, did you hear that two major newspapers in the city declared bankruptcy this morning?"
"None of my business? Anyway, our magazine is fine." Emma didn't even lift her head.
"Didn't you really hear? Those two newspapers reported some fake news about you a couple of days ago, and then Liam took them down..." Ava made a cutting motion at her neck and continued, "He wiped them out completely."
Emma's face showed disbelief. "How is that possible? What kind of society is this? He really made all the employees and bosses of those newspapers go home and farm?"
Ava nodded her head several times in a row. "So, Editor-in-Chief, I envy you for marrying a powerful, influential, and dignified husband."
"Come on, what you like is the smell of his money. I don't think it's that great. Come on, if you dare to say anything that's not work-related, I'm worried I'll deduct all your performance bonus this month." Emma said gloomily, scaring Ava.
Ava mischievously stuck out her tongue and then ran out of Emma's office.
This man... was he serious?
That day, she thought Liam was just saying something to scare those little reporters.
She never thought he would actually do it.
To attract public attention, they reported some fake entertainment news and said things they shouldn't have, which led to the closure of the entire newspaper and the loss of many employees' jobs.
Emma thought Liam's way of doing things was too ruthless. Just as she was feeling down, Olivia called. As soon as she pressed the answer button, she heard her high-decibel voice, "Emma, your husband is so cool."
"Oh, and then?" Emma rested her chin on her hand and said weakly.
"What did I say that day? Liam could make those unscrupulous newspaper reporters disappear with just one sentence, right?" Olivia showed off happily, as if Liam was her husband.
"Yes, you're very good. You're quiet. Since you're so accurate, why don't you go set up a stall on the street and tell fortunes for others?" Emma looked at her excitement and couldn't help but sneer.
"You dead girl, you're tired of living. I said I was worried you couldn't handle it. It's good that I called to comfort you. If you don't thank me, you can still ridicule me in a strange way?" Olivia said in a high-pitched voice.
"Yes, Your Majesty, thank you. How about you? Are you still being tortured by that villainous manager recently?"
Emma couldn't help but want to laugh. The unlucky general manager she had told her about was really something.
"That scumbag? Don't worry. I have plenty of ways to deal with him." Olivia said shamelessly, not noticing Ethan standing at the door.
Just as she was about to continue, she was interrupted by Ethan's voice, "Which scumbag? Miss Olivia, how can you use the company phone to talk about unimportant topics during working hours?"
Olivia was startled by the voice and quickly whispered, "I'll talk to you later. I've been caught."
After that, she immediately hung up the phone, coughed a few times, stood up, and walked over to Ethan with a calm face. "Mr. Ethan, you must have heard me wrong. I was just answering a customer's phone."
"So you call your customers scumbags. That's a taboo. Your salary will be halved this month." Ethan said without any emotion.
"Ah... no, Mr. Ethan, actually, it wasn't a customer, but an insurance salesman. He said some dirty things to me. He dared to harass me. How could I stand it! So I was so angry that I scolded him." Olivia's brain turned very fast.
It's just...
Emma was innocently caught in the crossfire. She was a good girl, how did she become an insurance seller?
Ethan saw that she was quick with her words and was too lazy to continue talking to her. He left a word and walked away, "Work overtime tonight, or I'll deduct your salary."
Olivia made a few strange movements behind his back, but who would have thought that Ethan would suddenly turn around and see Olivia with her hand raised high above her head.
Ethan was speechless.
Olivia realized her mistake and gently scratched her forehead with her hand. "I'm just stretching my muscles. Mr. Ethan, would you like to join me?"
With that, Olivia shook her arm and did a few moves.
Ethan looked at her with contempt and walked out without saying a word.
Hmph. Big ice face, deep well ice!