She went back and immediately reported her work in her boss's office. Around 20 minutes later, she came out, crestfallen, "How about it? What's the situation?" Reese Nunes, her assistant, came up and asked.

"Our boss wants us to talk with the new GM and seek cooperation with him even at the cost of adjusting the commission. After all, Jorme is a big company and our long-time partner. More than half of our revenue comes from their project. If such an important client is lost, we'll have to eat dust bunnies."

"Talk then. Didn't you say that you knew Mr. Wilson? You can take the chance to catch up on old times with him."

"Old times, my arse." Maggie rolled her eyes and went back to her cubicle.

"Compile a document of his experience abroad, preferably with information about the projects he headed. I'll study his preferences."

"Sure, I'll give it to you later."

Ding! It was a message alert of her salary coming into the account.

Maggie checked the balance, deftly transferred it to another account, and texted the other party, "Collect the money!"

A call came in the next second.

"Dinner together tonight?" The man at the other end said cheerfully, "It happens that I closed a ticket today."

"You close tickets every day."

"That's why I can treat you to dinner every day. I'll text you the restaurant later, see you." He hung up the phone without giving her a chance to decline.

...

"Mr. Wilson, this is your staff apartment. Tell me if you need anything. I'll get it for you."

"Everything is good, thank you." Charlie looked around and continued, "I'll take office tomorrow and should rest early today."

"Well, see you then."

After the driver left, Charlie strode to the floor-to-ceiling windows and went out to the balcony. A gust of wind came over, alleviating much of his fatigue from the long trip.

But his face was filled with worries.

As night fell, the lights were lit. In a popular barbecue restaurant, Leighton Ballard waved his hand, "Leave it to me. I prefer to serve beautiful ladies myself."

"Okay, enjoy your meal."

Maggie was helpless but used to it. She had a sip of her tea and ate the tapas, "By the way, how many IOUs do I still have?"

"Let me think, excluding the one today, around three." Leighton said, "I can't remember it clearly. In fact, I'm not short of money, so you don't have to repay me on your payday each month. At least let it warm up in your pocket for a few days. It feels like we're falling out."

"Not that serious. Even if it warms up, it will go into your pocket anyway." Maggie disapproved, "I don't crave for short-lived pleasure. Three to go, and I'll be free. By then, you'll know whether we fall out, ha-ha." She laughed.

Leighton put the kebab into her bowl, "It's done, take a bite."

"Nice." Maggie nodded, picked up the meat, dipped it in the sauce, and swallowed it, "Ow… hot…"

"You should wrap it in lettuce..."

"No, isn't having meat with nothing better? Doesn't it taste more delicious?" Maggie shook her head and reasoned unhurriedly, "By the way, when will you go home and inherit your family business? Your mother texted me again and asked me to advise."

"Ignore her." Leighton said, "I'm doing great with my job. I have a team and I'm the backbone. I can provide for myself, so there is no need for me to inherit anything. Besides, why does my mother always contact you? You're not her daughter-in-law…" He took a sly look at her.

"According to her, I'm her god-daughter." Maggie grinned.

"Ugh, what a mother," Leighton muttered.

"Today, I…" On second thought, Maggie swallowed back the words at the tip of her tongue and changed the subject, "I rear-ended a car and predicate a rise in my car insurance."

(To be continued)