Falling in Love With A One-Night Stand

Chapter 32 A Lot of Research

Wayne looked out of the window, but he wasn't in a mood to appreciate the street scenes.

Ada's words had reminded him. Thinking back on his behaviors during this time, he suddenly realized that he did treat Anna Gabriel differently.

Was it because she saved Matthew?

No, that was not all. His assistant, Gabe, and the butler had already shown thanks to her. It was not part of his plan to help her daughter to go to Blue Castle and to let Matthew study with her. These thoughts lingered in his mind and made him confused.

He was caught up in the heavy traffic, and it had been noon when they arrived at the hotel.

The hotel manager and the foremen stood in two neat rows. Wayne walked between the staff and took a glance at them. He saw that Anna stood at the end of the row. When he passed her, he couldn't help bu check her out twice. How odd. The ordinary uniform looked inexplicably beautiful on her.

Anna became worried since Wayne didn't go away and kept staring at her, so she asked, "Mr. Wright, is there anything wrong?"

Wayne stopped looking at her, frowning, "Your name tag is awry."

Then he strode into the hotel, leaving Anna looking down at her name tag clipped upright on her uniform. She looked at Wayne's back and was confused. My tag's not awry.Picky boss.

Wayne gathered the managers of the hotel on the second floor to have a meeting about the anniversary at the end of next month.

It had been determined that the events would be held in the hotel, but detailed plans hadn't been finished.

When Wayne took over the Carousel Group at the age of twenty, he initiated the move into hotel industry and founded Carousel Hotel. After ten years of development, the hotel chain had made great achievements and could be found everywhere in the country. The one Anna worked in was the first Carousel Hotel that Wayne took the lead to build.

This hotel meant a lot to him, so it was natural to celebrate the centennial anniversary here.

"The centennial anniversary is also a great opportunity to publicize our group..."

Anna was drowsing while the managers were talking passionately. As a manager in training, she sat at the end of the row. She pretended to take notes, but in fact she had drawn a full page of turtles on the notebook.

"These plans are too old-fashioned. Does anyone have other suggestions?" Wayne's voice echoed in the conference room.

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Anna covered her mouth and lowered her head to yawn without other people's noticing. When will this meeting end? I'm starving.

"Gabriel, what do you think?"

"What?" She raised her head, not aware of what was going on. Under the gaze of the people in the room, she quickly stood up and said, "Mr. Wright, did you call me?"

Wayne looked at her, stony-faced, and said, "Everyone has expressed their opinions. Don't you have anything to say about the centennial anniversary?"

Anna took a deep breath and said slowly, "I've been thinking about it, but I haven't finished yet. My idea is not as considerate as those of the managers. Please give me some more time to make a better plan." "What's that?" Wayne narrowed his eyes and then looked at her notebook, "I saw you write a lot of things on your notebook. You must've written many ideas on it."

"No. It's nothing." She hurriedly put her hands on the notebook. "Let me have a look." Wayne said resolutely, not allowing anyone to refuse him.

Anna turned pale, and her hands froze there. She couldn't refuse her boss in front of so many people, which meant she didn't have another choice. Before she handed the notebook to Wayne, she secretly turned a few pages and prayed to God that he wouldn't see what she drew.

After taking the notebook, Wayne's face changed. He glanced at her with a frown. It was the minute of the meeting indeed.

Anna breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile, "It's really just some notes of the meeting. I've got no bright idea."

Wayne didn't say anything. His index finger suddenly lifted a corner of the notebook and directly turned to the page full of turtles as Anna stared at him in astonishment.

Anna touched her forehead, feeling extremely embarrassed and worried. Drawing some turtles shouldn't be counted as malpractice. Besides, I'm the one who saved his son. He won't punish me, right? This is just a fault of not concentrating in a meeting..

"I think I have ignored your talent before, Gabriel." He was secretly mocking her drawing.

Hearing Wayne's compliment, all the people in the room nodded and agreed with him unctuously, which made Anna more anxious.

She knew she had offended him by pushing him on the swing this morning. Now she was caught drawing turtles in the meeting. What a bad day!

"This idea of combining tradition with innovation is excellent. It is in line with the original business philosophy of Carousel Hotel. I see. Gabriel has done a lot of research." The meeting room resounded with Wayne's deep voice.

Anna was stunned. What? Combining tradition with innovation? Is that what I write?

"Since you haven't got any special ideas or a suitable plan," Wayne closed the notebook and gave it back to Anna, "I'll let Ms. Gabriel take charge of the anniversary."

Anna felt that her head was going to explode. What does he mean? I don't have any

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"Emmm, really? But I don't have any experience in planning an event. I don't think I'm suitable for this job."

"You can gain more experiences through practice, but you can't get excellent ideas through practice. Is there anyone who disagrees with this decision?" Wayne asked. All the people shook their head. The people in the meeting room naturally wouldn't disagree with Wayne. They even admired Anna because Wayne barely complimented anyone on their project plan. Even Anna's superior was looking at her with appreciation and looked proud of this subordinate.

After the meeting was over and all the people left the meeting room, Anna followed Wayne out of the hotel, "Mr. Wright, please wait a second."

"What?"

"Hmmmm." Anna frowned, "Why do you let me take charge of the centennial anniversary?"

Wayne slightly raised his eyebrows, "Haven't I said it in the meeting? Is there any problem with your ears? The thing you wrote on the notebook is useful. I think it is in line with the theme of the anniversary."

"But what I wrote on the notebook...

"What can it be if the thing you wrote on the notebook isn't the idea about the anniversary?" Wayne looked amused by her, "If the managers knew that you painted them as turtles during the meeting and did nothing else, do you think you could still work here?"

Anna understood that Wayne was telling her to ponder her words thoroughly.

Anna twitched her mouth, "1.... Of course, I was taking down notes and writing down my own idea on it."

"OK. I want you to hand in the first draft of the event plan to my office before the end of tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" "Can't do it? You don't work as slowly as a turtle, do you?" "I can... I can..."

After Anna left, Gabe followed Wayne into the car and went back to the headquarter. He asked Wayne doubtfully, "Mr. Wright, why did you suddenly give the project of the anniversary to Ms. Gabriel? Her probation is still not over yet. I bet she must be very busy improving her performance..."

Gabe suddenly realized something before he finished the sentence. Performance? Centennial Anniv

"Mr. Wright, are you helping Ms. Gabriel?"