Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Then someone else questioned, "Sir, user ID can be registered by anyone, then how can we figure out the high-end buyer?"

Mr. Hopper continued, "We must work on it. Firstly, register the website, then create a small number of IDs, then work out a list of wealthy elites in Northville, and finally send them the registration card with user ID and password on it. Remember, don't use the white base, as golden represents superiority, black represents being mystery and red represents good luck. Tell the design department to work it out. Let's start with Northville. If it works well, we apply this nationwide!"

The short-term and long-term plan in Mr. Hopper's speech were enlightening with the last sentence being decisive, easily igniting the confidence and motivation.

Everyone understood: It turned out that what Mr. Hopper wanted was not a business, but to expand the influence of Roxxon.

"Well said!"

"Good idea!"

Everyone present showed their support to Mr. Hopper's proposal.

Amelia looked at him with complications, marveling at his tricky and motivational means. It was her idea at the beginning and even if there were flaws.

On the contrary, Patrick first vetoed her proposal, and then continued with "but". No wonder he won the support.

Glancing at Amelia's innocent look, Patrick felt that he was much relieved.

Then Mr. Hopper said, "There will be an exhibition in Northville next month. You can spend a half day there, looking for potential partners. So, that's all."

And then Mr. Hopper talked about the establishment of the website. Amelia glanced at him in a hurry and found that this man was really ambitious and hardworking! Midday, in the staff canteen.

Seeing Amelia, Doris asked in a soft voice, "My dear, how's it... going?"

Amelia swallowed and asked, "Which one?"

"Ouch," Doris said, "My dear, I'm so worried about you."

Amelia squinted her eyes and smiled, said, "You deserve it!"

Upon Amelia's joke, Doris knew that she must have been fine and shared her chicken leg with Amelia with gratitude and said, "My dear, thank you so much! By the way, how did you calm Mr. Hopper's down? Teach me please."

Thinking of what happened before the meeting, Amelia's face turned red and said, "Don't ask about it. Enjoy your lunch."

At this time, whispers arose around. Amelia looked up and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes - It was Patrick serving himself!

The canteen was crowded. When seeing Mr. Hopper, many employees consciously invited him to sit with them.

Attracted by Patrick's handsome face, Doris had wanted to invite, but when she thought of the accident this morning, she put her hand down.

On the contrary, Amelia continued eating and she wouldn't act as crazy as her colleagues.

On the other table, when Patrick's clothes was about to slide out of her sight, Cynthia plucked up the courage to reach out and grabbed it.

Patrick lowered his head with indifference, making Cynthia suddenly realise how far she went.

She quickly let go of her hand and smiled ingratiatingly, saying, "Mr. Hopper, would you sit here?" Noticing it was a table for two, Patrick sat down.

"Ah, it's her again!" This thought arose in many people's mind after seeing this.

Poking the rice balls in her plate, Doris said with bitterness, "What do you think they are?"

Amelia buried her head in the soup. To be honest, she also wanted to know the answer.

Doris didn't expect Amelia could say anything that made sense, so she sighed, "There are thousands of female employees at Roxxon, but Mr. Hopper has had two meals with her alone. It seems that she might be promoted soon."

Amelia smiled but didn't say anything.

Cynthia thought it was good for her to do this. But, look, everyone was staring at her. She was actually getting herself into trouble.

At this time, a young man sat opposite to Amelia and she smiled at him, though they didn't know each other before.

This smile instantly lit up the young man's heart, so he introduced himself as a newcomer.

Doris winked at Amelia, indicating something.

Unlike Doris, Amelia just said a few things and the young man thanked her.

Unexpectedly, the young man was shrouded in a shadow, but he continued talking with Amelia. However, Amelia was stunned and looked up with her beautiful eyes, greeting, "Mr. Hopper?"

"Mr., Mr. Hopper?" The young man's words were stuck in his throat. He sat with his back facing Mr. Hopper and could hear, "Can I sit here?"

In square table, except for the young man, the three were all sales department's female employees. Presumably, Mr. Hopper would not request a lady to give the seat to him, so it could only... Then the young man left dejectedly.

Holding her knife and fork tightly, Amelia was wondering why Patrick would suddenly change his seat here.

And his emotions were always elusive. He asked, "Why does Ms. Amelia look at me like this? Am I more delicate and attractive than your lunch?"

Then Amelia felt that those malicious intentions on the gossiping colleagues were transferred to her.

She cursed in her heart,

She thought Patrick did it on purpose.

No worries, she could leave, so she said, "... Well, I'm done. Enjoy your lunch."

Wiping her mouth with a tissue, Amelia left while Doris begged her to stay.

Glancing at her back, Mr. Hopper asked Doris, "Who is the young man chatting with you just now?"

Doris answered with a couldn't-stop-smiling face, "He's an intern from finance department."

"An intern?" Mr. Hopper asked.

Patrick thought it would be okay to fire him.

In the afternoon, in the logistics department.

The department manager frowned and threw the documents at Cynthia, shouting, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Cynthia's heart trembled. After she took over the document, she flipped down page by page. Except for the first three pages, the remained were blank. She immediately apologized, "Sir, I'm sorry! I was too careless to check the toner cartridges. I didn't know they were finished."