Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 52
They were in the company building, and many
employees were passing by the conference room.
Hence, Derek helped Alessandra up first.
“I–I’m fine.”
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Alessandra could not care less about her pain. She
hastily wiped the table and took out a cloth to wipe the
laptop and phone.
“Stop! I’ll do it!” Derek quickly shoved her away, making
her stagger a few steps backward.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Schwartz. I–I didn’t do it on purpose,”
Alessandra apologized profusely.
For someone from a less well–to–do family, ruining
someone’s valuables would only make their situation
worse.
She was hoping she did not have to pay for the losses,
but Derek examined his devices and said grimly,
“Ma’am, my laptop’s motherboard is fried, and my
phone isn’t lighting up. You’ve got to compensate me.”

“I–I...” Alessandra paled, unable to form a complete
sentence. All she could do was bow and apologize.
She only wanted to earn some money to help lessen
Emmanuel’s burden and give Mackenzie some jewelry.
To her horror, she had to compensate a huge sum
when she had not even gotten her salary.
This is just terrible! I’m sure Emmanuel won’t let me
work anymore if he finds out about this.
“It’s already happened. There’s no use apologizing
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now.” Derek helped her up and added coldly, “I’m going
to send these for repairs now. I’ll let you know how
much you’ll need to pay when I find that out. Please
give me your phone number.”
Alessandra was on the verge of crying, but she still
nodded and gave him her phone number.
At the same time, Beatrix was standing outside the
glass door. When she saw how pitiful Alessandra
looked, she wanted to help the latter out.
To Beatrix’s surprise, Alessandra agreed to

compensate him. Hence, the former could say nothing.
After all, it was only right to compensate someone
after breaking their things.
After receiving her number, Derek could not help but
scold her a little before leaving to get his devices
repaired.
There were many important data in them which he
had put a lot of effort and time into. He was planning
to get Alessandra to compensate him for the
intangible losses as well.
Alessandra felt horrible when Derek left. Even so, she
still cleaned up the conference room.
After that, she clutched her abdomen and walked out
of the room.
The moment she saw Beatrix, she quickly put on a
smile and greeted, “Hello, Ms. Beatrix.”
Alessandra did not want Beatrix to find out she was ill.
I’ll be in trouble if she fires me because of that.
Hence, she pretended to look fine no matter how much
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pain she was in.
“Hello, Ms. Cadigan. Are you all right?”
Beatrix felt bad for Emmanuel’s mother when she
gazed at the latter. Feeling worried, Beatrix said, “You
can take two days off if your body’s in pain.”
“No, no, no. I’m fine. I’m feeling great!” Alessandra
quickly waved her hand dismissively and forced a
smile.
The moment she straightened her back, she felt an
excruciating pain, which made her grimace.
“Ms. Cadigan, please go home and take a day off. I’ll
make sure the manager doesn’t deduct your salary.
End of discussion.”
With that, Beatrix walked off.
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That was all she could do to help the elderly woman.
After all, it was not her place to make Derek give up on
the compensation.
Just then, Mackenzie, who was at the headquarters,
dialed Derek’s number to ask about a project’s details.

She did not expect the call to not get through, and it
pissed her off.
She always requested her employees to maintain
smooth communication during working hours. No one
was allowed to be unreachable.
At that, she instructed Lexi to find Derek.
Half an hour later, Derek returned the call in a hurry. “M–Ms. Quillen, I’m so sorry. My phone was damaged by one of the
cleaning ladies. I didn’t turn it off on
purpose.” He sounded a little panicked.
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“Derek, is this your first day working at Terence Group?
Why didn’t you make a report about your broken
phone right away? What if this affects the project’s
progress?” Mackenzie scolded right away. She had
always been a strict person.
Derek swallowed his anger, not daring to retort. To him,
Mackenzie was like the queen of the company.
“I–I understand, Ms. Quillen. I promise this won’t happen
again in the future. The project’s data? Ah... They’re on
my laptop, but I can’t give them to you now...”
After enduring the scolding, Derek encountered a

second problem.
“Derek, you have one hour. If you don’t send me the
data in time, you can pack your things and leave.”
Mackenzie hung up angrily.