Chapter 395 The Heartless Man
This statement seemed rather impolite!
Although it didn't look good to keep the boss waiting, but it was because Brian arrived early, wasn’t it? Layla was even five minutes early.
Since she arrived on time, Layla didn't think she should be blamed, so she explained, "Actually, I usually arrive at the company twenty minutes early, today..."
"I don't want to hear excuses," Brian interrupted.
'Wait, how is this an excuse?' Layla thought.
Oh well. As long as Brian was not happy, even the truth would become an excuse he dislikes.
Layla didn't want to say anything more to make him dislike her even more, so she said tactfully, "Next time I will arrive earlier."
Brian put away his phone and walked past her expressionlessly. "If you can't do it, don't make promises."
Layla thought Brian must be into fitness. How can he be so rigid?
Brian's gaze swept over Layla's suitcase. "Please understand that this is a business trip, not a vacation."
Once again, Layla was speechless.
She thought, ‘My suitcase is quite small, okay? This is the most basic luggage for a girl. Does everyone travel for business with just one bag and a laptop like him?’
"Dragging the suitcase is convenient..." Layla added.
Brian suddenly stopped, and Layla also hurriedly stopped. The man's indifferent gaze lingered on her for a second. " I don't listen to excuses."
Layla really wanted to lift her suitcase and smack Brian on the back of his head.
At the lounge of the airport.
The flight was delayed by an hour.
Brian sat down and took out his laptop to start working.
"A cup of black coffee," Brian said.
'Am I supposed to buy it? So am I also an assistant?' Layla pondered.
"Okay." Layla didn't say much. She quickly bought a cup of black coffee and returned.
Brian stared at his computer, took a sip of black coffee, and frowned. "You didn't put sugar?"
"You didn't ask me to put sugar," Layla replied.
Brian's poker face looked like that of someone who drank black coffee without sugar.
Brian frowned.
Was he looking at her as if she was stupid?
As far as Layla remembered, her intelligence had never been scorned by anyone. Suppressing her displeasure, she said, "Then I'll go buy another one."
"No need. It's a waste of my time." Brian refused.
Layla was completely speechless.
Fortunately, after boarding, Brian kept working with his computer, allowing Layla some peace. He was probably one of the top three workaholics she knew.
Although he lacked empathy and was sharp-tongued and difficult to serve, objectively speaking, it's much easier to deal with him than a group of women who cause trouble all day long. Layla definitely couldn't say she liked Brian, but after experiencing so many difficult people, she didn't really dislike him either.
Originally, Layla planned to take a nap on the plane, but her boss was busy beside her, so she felt awkward to rest and ended up drawing for four hours.
They arrived in City P at four in the afternoon. Layla was so exhausted that her bones didn't feel like her own. Every part of her body ached. After working for several hours, her brain was running low. She just wanted to hurry back to the hotel and lie down for a while.
Little did she know, Brian was like a working machine. He hurried her to the largest local architectural studio as soon as they arrived, where the studio manager received them.
They spent three hours there, and Layla's legs were about to give out. She had to jog at times to keep up, and her heels were almost worn out.
Seeing Layla in obvious pain, the manager said, "Miss Adkins seems very tired, why don't we take a break and have a drink?"
"Ignore her," Brian replied.
Heartless!
Layla couldn't walk anymore, so she reached out and grabbed Brian's sleeve, her face twisted in a plea. "Can we rest for ten minutes? I really can't walk anymore."
"Just walk. I didn't bring you here to slow me down," Brian coldly replied.
"But I really can't walk anymore." Layla felt like crying. If she could walk for another ten minutes, she wouldn't have to beg him.
"If you can't walk, then go back to City A on your own." Brian raised his hand, pulled away his sleeve, and said to the manager, "Continue."
"But Miss Adkins..." the manager said.
"Enough," Brian shouted.
"Okay." The manager could only express sympathy towards Layla. Even a man like him was tired, let alone a woman. Mr. Evans didn't seem to understand how to care for women, he could be called the most traditional man.
Layla had to lean against the wall, slowly keeping up, and was repeatedly scorned by Brian. She always believed in gender equality and didn't ask for any special treatment as a woman. But Brian was heartless! Was Nora sending him to work her to death?
Layla didn't die from Nora and those people's conspiracies and tricks, but was she going to be worked to death in a simple and rude way?
She couldn't accept it!
What followed was even more brutal. Besides walking all the time, Brian had no intention of having dinner. Layla endured until ten o'clock, her stomach growling countless times. She couldn't bear it anymore and stopped Brian.
"We haven't had dinner yet, can we eat first and then continue?" Layla asked.
Brian was just like in the morning, in a sharp suit, devoid of any human touch. Indifferent and meticulous, he asked her without expression, "Have you never delayed dinner for work before?"
She had, but at that time she was truly immersed in work and forgot about hunger. Layla was now so hungry she felt like throwing up, and she was pregnant.
"You make me feel like you're a newbie on your first day in the workplace," Brian said contemptuously.
Layla couldn't stand Brian's repeated contempt. "Mr. Evans, please don't feel free to criticize someone when you don't know them."
"Based on your performance, it's very objective for me to come to that conclusion," Brian explained.
"I'm not trying to avoid work, but I don't think we need to hustle in a way that hurts our bodies either. It's more productive to eat and then hustle," Layla retorted.
Brian countered, saying, "If you're fully focused on your work, you don't feel hungry and are most productive at all times."
"People are flesh and blood, not machines. Even if I wanted to, my body wouldn't allow it," Layla added.
Brian narrowed his eyes and sneered. "That only means you're too weak."
Layla mentally shot back. She thought, ‘I’m not as strong as you, you're a robot!’
"If you can't hold out, leave on your own. No one is forcing you to stay." Brian finished and turned away without mercy, the bitter manager was also starving, but could only continue to follow him.
The only thing Layla had to do was to force her hunger and work until twelve o'clock at night. She was already so hungry that she was about to faint.
A fast food restaurant near the studio was still open, and Layla carried her own plate, reluctant to be at a table with Brian. But reason reminded her not to make a scene with her boss on the first day of work, so she could only walk over and sit across from him.
Brian still had the same stance of not putting Layla in her place. "You don't have to force yourself to sit with me."
Layla didn't answer, sending a mouthful of food to her mouth and immediately a wave of revulsion washed over her. She was overstarved.
"Are you scolding me?" Brian asked.
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