Chapter 53 The Cat's Out of the Bag
Ophelia was a bit confused; she wondered why he was asking her about buying clothes so early in the morning.
Attempting to change the subject, she politely asked, "Mr. Abbott, how is your injury? Is it any better?"
"It's healing nicely..." Finnegan felt this response was inappropriate and corrected himself, "My arm is not recovering as swiftly."
"Then you should avoid getting it wet and refrain from using too much strength," Ophelia advised. "Mr. Abbott, if there's nothing else, I'll head back to the secretary department..."
"Take a look at this contract," Finnegan handed a contract to Ophelia. "Check if there is anything wrong with it. There's also a pile of proposals related to the K project that you need to sift through. Plus, there's a meeting in the afternoon, please prepare the materials for it..."
Just moments ago, there had been no tasks, but suddenly there were plenty.
Ophelia felt like things were now returning to normal, proving to herself that she was meant to work hard. Vacation life did not suit her.
"Yes, Mr. Abbott, I will get right on it." Ophelia had adjusted back to home life after two days.
Whether it was the car accident or the kiss that night in City B, she couldn't afford to dwell on these events forever. Working hard and earning money was what she needed to focus on.
Ophelia busied herself with checking contracts, preparing meeting materials, and dealing with project proposals...
Finnegan was also busy, and the two worked side by side just like before. Finnegan glanced at Ophelia out of the corner of his eye, his gaze then unintentionally landed on her lips.
Today, her lipstick was a rose red, complemented by her light makeup. Her hair was casually pinned up, exuding a mix of professionalism, femininity, and tenderness.
Ophelia was wearing a black pencil skirt and a light blue blouse today, revealing her fair, slender legs. They were truly beautiful, captivatingly so.
Despite dressing conservatively, she was still incredibly enticing, so much so that she could make one's mouth go dry.
Finnegan had seen his share of beauties but only Ophelia could stir such primal desires in him.
"Mr. Abbott, there's an issue with this contract, right here..." Ophelia stood up, approached Finnegan with the contract in hand, and pointed out the problem.
Finnegan cleared his throat lightly, "Let me see, where?"
Suddenly, Finnegan felt a bit guilty.
"Here." Ophelia pointed to the problematic section, which brought them even closer together.
A hint of her minty fragrance lingered in front of Finnegan. If he hadn't had such good self-control, he might have made a faux pas.
"Alright, I understand now." Finnegan's expression was cool as he abruptly said, "Miss Sinclair, please go and attend to your other tasks."
With Ophelia here, his composure wavered. She really shouldn't wear skirts; didn't she know how tempting she was?
"Okay, Mr. Abbott."
Unaware of Finnegan's inner thoughts, Ophelia was about to leave when Lisa, a colleague from the secretary department, came in.
"Mr. Abbott, I've arranged everything for tonight's department dinner. It's set at The Ritz-Carlton."
After hearing about the department dinner at The Ritz-Carlton, Ophelia, who was about to leave, paused mid-step.
Subconsciously, Ophelia asked, "Lisa, which department's dinner?"
"Our secretary department," Lisa replied. "Ophelia, our department has a dinner every three months. Mr. Abbott is treating us. It's at seven o'clock in the Lunar Suite. Come early, Ophelia. Mr. Abbott has also prepared a raffle; the grand prize is a cash reward of fifty thousand."
Initially hesitant, Ophelia became intrigued at the mention of a raffle.
Finnegan allowed them to chat without minding, then added, "This time, the grand prize will be one hundred thousand."
"Really, Mr. Abbott?" Lisa was surprised.
Ophelia was also shocked and delighted. With only ten people in the secretary department, there was a one in ten chance to win the grand prize of one hundred thousand.
Finnegan's lips curved slightly, "Really."
"Mr. Abbott, you're very generous. I've never seen a boss more so than you," Lisa began flattering him, then turned to Ophelia, "You know The Ritz-Carlton, right Ophelia? I won't send you the address then. I heard from Mr. Smith that your previous department dinner was also at The Ritz-Carlton. You've been there, so you can find it, right?"
This statement caused Ophelia's heart to skip a beat as she looked reflexively for Finnegan's reaction.
Finnegan's brows pressed down coolly, "Miss Sinclair, you have been to The Ritz-Carlton?"
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