Meanwhile, at the Winston Group.
Marguerite walked into the CEO’s office carrying a cardboard box, with Frederick and Robert chit-chatting by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Mr. Winston, Mr. Fitzgerald, Marguerite’s here,” Chuck said, gently knocking on the door, a smile on his face.
The two men turned around at the sound of his voice, their gaze falling on a silent and expressionless Marguerite behind the large box, which made the woman look even more petite and fragile.
“Mr. Winston, where do you think would be a suitable place to set up her workstation?”
Marguerite looked around, the CEO’s office was as stylish as an art gallery. Despite it being spacious, the placement of each table, chair, and decor was meticulously designed.
The entire office was harmonious, so setting her workstation anywhere would disrupt the aesthetic.
Robert, who seemed prepared, pointed to the side of Frederick’s desk and said, “Over there! Let her work there!”
Marguerite’s eyes bulged out, looking at Robert in confusion.
Was he nuts?
He wanted her to share a desk with Frederick.
This was way too close for comfort!
Frederick glanced at the woman, her obvious resistance darkening his expression and making him look somewhat irritated.
He lightly touched his lips, his voice deep and captivating. “The desk’s too small, too cramped.”
Robert ignored him, went ahead, and started clearing stuff off the desk. “What do you mean, too small? Marguerite doesn’t have that much stuff, just a computer will do!
Having cleared a large chunk of space, he turned to Chuck and commanded, “Chuck, go fetch a chair from the supply room.”
It was clear to anyone what Robert was up to, he was trying to pair Marguerite and Frederick up. How could Chuck not know?
After spending some time with her, Chuck was quite fond of Marguerite.
Marguerite was way more efficient than Yuna.
So, Chuck was in high spirits, and before Frederick could even say anything, he happily responded, “On it!”
He quickly pulled over a swivel chair, completely ignoring the opinions of the two involved, and directly asked Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, where do you think this chair should go? Same side as Mr. Winston or opposite?”
Robert tested out the chair’s position himself, finally deciding, “Opposite!”
Chuck lowered his voice and whispered to Robert, “Mr. Fitzgerald, wouldn’t that be too far if they were sitting opposite?”
Robert shook his head mysteriously. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Besides, it’s not that far, they can reach each other with just a stretch of their hands. Think about it: face-to-face, and they can exchange glances just by looking up, how great is that?”
Chuck nodded in agreement, grinning from ear to ear. “Mr. Fitzgerald, you’ve got experience.”
“Whispering behind my back? Are you looking down on me?” Frederick’s stern voice rang out.
Chuck felt a little nervous and took a step back, not daring to meet Frederick’s gaze.
Robert’s face was filled with a familiar smile. He pointed to Marguerite’s new workstation and said, “We were discussing how to set up this workstation. After all, if I don’t help, you wouldn’t bother to do it for her.”
Frederick’s deep gaze was fixed on Robert, he asked softly, “And what’s the result of the discussion?”
“Of course! I let her work within your line of sight so she wouldn’t dare slack off.”
With that, Robert walked over to Marguerite while talking, pulled her back to the new workstation, and pushed her down onto the chair. “Right, Marguerite?”
Marguerite felt extremely awkward, she stared at him blankly, completely at a loss for words.
Frederick was still standing by the window. Marguerite couldn’t see his expression, nor did she know what he was thinking.
But given his level of disdain for her, he probably wouldn’t be pleased.
He was already annoyed by her presence, now that she was this close to him, he might grow even more irritated towards her.
“Alright, you two get to work. Chuck and I are heading out.” Robert’s voice rang out again, he gave Chuck a nudge, and the two left one after the other.
However, even after he left the office, he still gave Marguerite a wicked grin through the glass wall.
She thought to herself, how did Mr. Fitzgerald end up on the same side as Chuck? The more she looked at their faces, the more she felt there was some deeper meaning behind it.
This was too strange.
Marguerite shook her head, snapped out of it, and took out her laptop and office supplies from the box. The last thing she placed on the desk was a photo of her and her grandmother.
Frederick walked over in silence, his gaze inadvertently falling on Marguerite’s desk.
He focused on the photo on Marguerite’s desk.
He picked up the photo frame with his long and strong arm, light flickering in his pupils. He asked, “Who’s in the photo?”
Marguerite looked at him in confusion then she replied blankly, “It’s me and my grandma. Why do you ask?”