Chapter 917
A request for promotion lay among the stack of promotion documents. I opened it and read Stella’s
name written boldly on it. Stella wrote in a sincere, flowing manner, carefully detailing her experience at
the Fuller Corporation as well as the expectations that had been placed on her. I noticed that Stella had
occupied her position for barely more than a year. However, in all her time at Fuller Corporation, she
had not produced any particularly outstanding work. After careful consideration, I set Stella’s request
aside.
After a while, Ashton turned to me once he’d completed all his tasks on hand. He glanced at the pile of
promotion letters with interest, then picked up Stella’s cast aside one and gave it a casual once-over.
Ashton then commented, “There’s no need to take this so seriously. We’ve had no lack of remarkable
employees. It’s not even in the criteria for promotion anymore.’
I nodded, then looked at him curiously. “Have you been very busy lately?”
Ashton arched an eyebrow and declared, “Yes!”
I sighed, “These matters used to be managed by the respective heads of department. Everything’s on
you now, so it’ll be a miracle if you weren’t busy. You should be supervising the work and contributions
of a few directors at most, not the entire company.”
“There’s a name list that’s already been vetted. You can take a look,” Ashton advised. I flipped through
the stack accordingly and located the document. Scanning through the list, nearly all of its names had
been nominated by the respective directors and senior management.
Was my meticulous analysis of each individual completely unnecessary then? I felt slightly ridiculous
and laughed sheepishly. “If I told you that I didn’t see it, would you believe me?”
Ashton gave me a hand, then pulled me up. “Sure. Leave it. I’ll come back to sign these afterward.”
I had a sneaking suspicion that Ashton had been delaying me on purpose.
When we entered the elevator, Ashton pressed me against the wall. In a low, hoarse whisper, he
demanded, “Aren’t you going to reward me a little?”
I blinked at him, baffled. “What kind of reward do you want?” I queried.
Looking at my bewildered expression, Ashton frowned. His handsome face looked almost petulant at
the moment. He flung my hand aside and retreated to another corner of the elevator to sulk.
I was used to his pettiness, however, and leaned towards him flirtatiously. Tiptoeing, I planted a kiss on
his lips, then teased, “If we don’t manage to do it here, I’ll compensate you tonight, OK?”novelbin
Childish as he was, Ashton was easily won over. The man warmed to my proposal instantly and
grinned. “Now that’s an idea.”
I couldn’t resist smiling back at him. Just then, I recalled the matter with Sally and inquired curiously,
“Ashton, Mom said that she ran into Aunt Sally at the hospital. She sounds like she’s seeing someone
now. Have you been in touch with her recently?”
Ashton shook his head. “I’ve been busy lately and haven’t been to see her. She’s getting on in years,
and it must be lonely for her, living on her own. It would be good for her to have someone keep her
company.”
I nodded, approving. Sally had lived in the White residence for years. She’d spent her days fighting with
Sharon when she wasn’t caring for Benjamin, then had been greatly troubled by Marcus. All these
years, Sally had never had the chance to do anything for herself. If Sally had indeed managed to find
someone to enjoy the rest of her days with, that would be ideal.
When the elevator doors opened, Ashton hauled me out of it. Streams of employees getting off work
flowed ceaselessly through the lobby. Many lingered leisurely around the front counter, chatting idly.
I glanced at their faces inquisitively. In the middle of the crowd, a man in his twenties was clutching a
bouquet to his chest. With one knee on the ground, both his posture and face were brimming with
ardor.
Curious, I pulled Ashton over to take a closer look. The man was in the middle of a proposal, and
further examination revealed the object of his affections to be Stella. I was a firm believer in the magic
of youth, and it was no wonder that Stella had the man before her looking so absolutely smitten.
Bashful, Stella’s entire face was suffused with red. She looked rather awkward, perhaps due to the
large crowd that had gathered around them in eager anticipation of her reply. She gazed helplessly at
the man who was still kneeling hopefully before her, then said in a low voice, “Justin, can we discuss
this back at home? Let’s go back first.”
Sally reached out and tugged at him, but Justin seemed resolute on seeing his proposal through. He
gazed at her adoringly and declared, “Stella, I really do love you! Say yes, and I promise I’ll take care of
you for the rest of your life.”
The crowd was hollering and cheering. In just a split second, a chant picked up, “Say yes, say yes…”
The smile that had frozen on Stella’s face faltered. It was evident now that she hadn’t been shy. She
was merely embarrassed at having been placed in this difficult spot. While surveying her surroundings,
Stella’s eyes fell upon me. She gulped, then turned back to Justin, stating, “Justin, I don’t understand
why you would propose to me. You know that I don’t love you and naturally won’t agree. Why are you
fooling yourself? I’ve told you this more than once already. Please leave, and don’t ever use this sort of
romantic proposal to harass me ever again, OK?”
Nobody present had imagined that that heartfelt and moving proposal would end so tragically. A hush
fell over the crowd, and quite a number crept off tactfully.
Still kneeling, Justin’s face had turned crimson with shame.