Chapter 58:
“What made you want to see me all of a sudden?”
Nate’s voice grew softer.
“I was hoping to invite the woman I admire to dinner, but it seems she might not be interested.”
“Have you become this direct with your feelings?” Corrine laughed.
“Corrine,” Nate’s voice resonated warmly.
“I see no reason to hide my feelings from you.”
His words were like savoring fine wine. His deep baritone felt like a heartfelt lover’s confession, stirring emotions within her.
Feeling a flutter in her heart, Corrine cleared her throat and said, “If that’s all, I’m going to hang up now.”
She then ended the call and set her phone aside.
Her phone buzzed soon after, signaling a new message. It contained the address of a restaurant and a voice message from Nate saying, “I’ll be waiting for you.”
Nate had a way of offering choices that weren’t really choices at all. He set the stage, and she found herself inevitably playing her part without real options to decline.
The following morning, Corrine made her timely arrival at the headquarters of Ford Group.
All eyes were glued to the tinted windows of her car. When she exited, she ducked slightly, stepping out gracefully. Dressed sharply in a suit with tailored cigarette pants, she radiated capability and a distant coolness. A simple twist held her long hair up, save for a single wavy strand at her temple that softened her stern expression and added an intriguing allure. Her arrival halted conversations, her presence too imposing to ignore.
After their initial shock, her assistants hurried to her side as Corrine made her way into the building. When she reached the elevator, an eager man stepped up to press the button.
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“Miss Holland, I’m Mr. Castillo’s assistant, Mark Chavez.”
Corrine gave him a cold look, prompting a quick smile from Mark as he added, “Mr. Castillo hasn’t been well and is currently resting, yet he made it clear that I should look after you exceptionally well. He mentioned that if you need anything at all, I should not hesitate to exceed expectations.”
“Let Mr. Castillo know that he should concentrate on his recovery at home. We won’t disturb him with company matters. We’re committed to ensuring he has a well-deserved retirement after all his dedicated service,” Corrine responded, her deep eyes locking with Mark’s eager gaze.
“Handling this request should be straightforward for you.”
After her words, she entered the elevator.
A well-deserved retirement?
Mark was left bewildered, rooted to the spot. He had intended to complicate things for Corrine under Allan Castillo’s orders, yet it appeared the tables had turned against him.
The CEO’s office on the sixty-eighth floor hummed with efficiency. Assistants meticulously arranged documents, preparing for the impending meeting. Meanwhile, the former chairman’s personal notification swept through the company like a thunderbolt, igniting widespread speculation.
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