Female Novel
Chapter 126
The next day at work.
As soon as Grace Smith entered the newspaper office, someone immediately called out to her, "Grace,
Editor Lowe is looking for you."
"I'm coming." Grace put down her bag and went to the editor's room.
After knocking on the door and entering, she saw Hermione Lowe reading a copy of a draft in her hand.
As soon as Hermione saw Grace coming in, she immediately looked up at her and said, "Grace, I have
printed your draft and proofread it. If there is no issue, it will be released tomorrow."
Grace walked over and took a look at the manuscript, there were no changes.
"Editor Lowe, let me send it to Mr. Jones to let him have a look. I have made a promise before that he
can read the draft before it published," Grace said.
"Sure, you can take it to him," Hermione said, "Take a taxi to the Jones Estate."
"No, I'll just send him a message," Grace said with a smile.
Hermione was a little surprised. She looked at Grace and said, "Maybe Mr. Jones won't let you treat
him in such a perfunctory way. Perhaps he'll still ask you to go to his office. I'll give you the morning off.
If he insists on you sending the draft there, you can go there in person. You don't have to report to me."
Grace was stunned. She didn't expect that Hermione would think so.
She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try."
Maybe there was no need to make a trip.
She felt guilty when she thought of what almost happened yesterday, how embarrassing it would be for
her to meet the same man today when they had tried to be intimate yesterday.
There was no need for them to meet.
When she returned to her seat, she divided her manuscripts into several messages and sent them to
Heinz Jones.
Since she didn't know Heinz's email, she could only send it via text message.
"Beep beep." A few messages were sent to him.
Heinz was sitting in the bright President's office, frowning. The window was open, but there was still a
stinky smell in the room.
It was all the fault of that blue cheese. He was a person who couldn't smell even a single bit of odor, so
he was standing here and frowning now.
He looked up at the place where Grace had sat before. Now there were no desks and chairs left.
No matter how he looked at it, he felt that there was something missing there. Although the floor was
polished bright, but he still felt that the smell was very heavy. The most important thing was that he felt
a strange awkwardness no matter how he
looked at it.
He frowned more tightly.
As soon as the phone rang, several messages came in succession. He caught them and looked at
them. When he saw the information, his eyes suddenly lit up. He sat up straight and his lips curved
unconsciously.
When he opened the message and read the contents, he frowned again.
He put the phone on the table, thinking to himself before he dialed Grace's number.
As soon as Grace saw the caller ID she immediately had a bad feeling.
She suppressed for a while and then picked it up. She said seriously, "Hello, this is Grace Smith."
"Of course I know you're Grace Smith," When Heinz heard the voice, he roared in an instant, "Do you
think I am calling a robot instead?"
Grace moved the phone away in an instant, keeping it away from her ears.
After a few seconds, she pulled it back and said, "Why are you making such a ruckus early in the
morning?"
"You just sent me a few messages. Are they your drafts?" Heinz asked in a deep voice.
Grace took a deep breath and said, "I don't have your email, I'll send it to you via email if you want. Or
we can use WhatsApp if you prefer."
"WhatsApp?" Heinz frowned.
"Yes." Grace nodded. "It's convenient and fast."
Heinz didn't say a word.
After hesitating for a while, Grace suddenly saw a flash of light in her mind and said in a low voice,
"Don't tell me that you don't use WhatsApp, do you?"
Heinz remained silent.
Grace immediately laughed and said, "What year is this? Don't tell me that you're an old fogey who
doesn't know how to use WhatsApp."
"I think it's going to be troublesome," Heinz said angrily. "You print it out and send me the hardcopy. I
want to see the complete information. I don't want this intermittent information."
"Just bear with it," Grace didn't want to go.
"I can't," Heinz said in a low voice, "If you don't want to come, then don't publish it."
Grace was stunned when the phone was hung up.
She gritted her teeth.
She really admired Hermione's foresight, she had guessed that Heinz would ask her to go there.
How embarrassing for them to meet. What's more, she thought that she would never go there again
after leaving his president's office. However, it was not long before she needed to go again.
She packed up her things and printed a draft. Then, she left the newspaper office and went to Jones
Estate.
Half an hour had passed after Grace arrived.
At this time, Heinz was sitting in the president's office, without doing anything. His eyes were fixed on
his watch.
Lester knocked on the door and came in. He glanced at the documents on the mahogany table that he
had sent over earlier, but they didn't seem to have been touched.novelbin
He asked in surprise, "President, have you finished checking the documents?"
Heinz frowned and glanced at the documents, but did not answer.
Lester instantly understood that this was not the time for him to read the document at all.
Now, the president was completely in a daze, and he wasn't doing anything.
Heinz glanced at the documents unhappily, took them over, and began to review them.
Lester was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat.
It was not long before a message came from the secretary office. "President, Miss Smith is here."
Heinz's hand, which was holding a pen, paused, and threw the document at Lester. "Take these first."
Lester immediately stepped forward and saw that only one-third of them had just been approved. The
remaining half was urgently needing a review..
The president was not going to do his work now.
He muttered in his heart, "That's right. The president is now 29 years old. As a male, he is entering a
phase where he's looking to reproduce and procreate. He should be thinking about that right now."
He immediately took all the documents he had approved.
Lester looked at the remaining two-thirds of the documents with a grievance. He opened his mouth but
did not urge them.
Heinz was not interested in those files at all.
He said directly, "Let her in."
Lester immediately replied respectfully, "Yes."
After a while, Grace came in with a big bag on her back and saw Heinz was sitting on a large chair.
He sat there, looking at her with narrowed eyes. No one knew what he was thinking about.
She clenched her fist and said, "Mr. Jones, I'm here to deliver the draft."
As she said this, she walked to his desk. She walked slowly along from the door to his desk.
She sniffed and found that the blue cheese smell was no longer there.
She subconsciously glanced at the seat where she used to sit. It was empty.
Her gaze froze as she pursed her lips. She quickened her pace and walked up to his desk.
Grace opened the bag, took out the copy of the draft, and handed it over.
Heinz neither said a word, nor did he take it. He just looked at her.
Grace said, "The draft is ready. Please read it. After you finish it, I will have it published."
Heinz remained silent.
His eyes fell on her body. Today, Grace was wearing a simple white shirt with lace on the collar and
buttons, looking mature but playful. She was wearing a pair of white slim jeans which made her slender
waist look even more delicate.
This style showcased her figure and made her legs seem longer and slimmer than ever.
There was a pair of white leather shoes on her feet, flawlessly polished, they were almost gleaming!